There’s a stupid reason I’ve thought about no longer blogging – I just don’t have the time. Every time I open my computer and intend to write, something crazy happens. My fingers skim across the keyboard and quickly go to a rotating list of websites.


art of holding both

My internet went down, again. This time, it was in the middle of my mastermind call. It felt like a sign, on top of an already crappy morning, to call it a day despite the fact that was only 10:00 AM.

You know, days like that.


someone else's measuring stick

You wake up early, race to work, meetings all day, come home, “real life” awaits and does not care that you’re tired… and stressed.  Family, friends, laundry all are calling your name and all you want to do is crash on the couch and stare at the television and forget about work for a while.  Maybe, if you’re not a TV person, it’s a book, or browsing the internet, but at the end of the day you long to sit, not continue to race.