Lucky number 13 and aren’t we lucky that I’m finally getting round to writing this today. Tuesday is by far my busiest day of the week; a mixture of a hectic timetable and not many minutes between each activity to do so much as to catch a breath and drink a swift espresso (priorities). I heard a great analogy today about a busy day feeling like a ‘Wack-A-Mole” machine – you get one thing done but another pops straight up. That’s not to say it’s a been a bad day – I love busy. My mind thrives on movement, productivity and general hussle.
This morning I clocked a relatively pacey 9 miler before work. The mornings at the moment are magic – the mist coming off the river, the pink-orange hue where the sun is rising, the crisp air and that crystal clear thinking space. The perfect morning run.
I won’t lie, I’m a bit all over the place in terms of writing today’s blog post. I have a lot of ideas but they all would take me longer than my allocated time slot that I have to write this so I’m going to save my more lengthy ideas for other days. There still being 17 days to go, of course… (plus more as I intend to carry this on beyond the 30 day challenge).
Here’s the story of my day, told in album art:
Waking Up: Fresh.
Morning Run: Iconic.
Work (part 1): Organised Chaos.
Work (part 2): Join the club.
Trying to get things done: Did this album even exist?
(What) Bedtime (will feel like): Floating to sleep.
Right, tomorrow is 2 weeks of blog. As celebration I (should) have a YouTube video uploaded.
I will let you know more tomorrow but subscribe if you haven’t already!
Peace & love.