Playing Hard Ball

What’s better – play hard ball or playing hard to get?  I know that playing hard to get works, however as I get older and crankier I’ve come to realize that playing hard ball may be more effective in certain situations – particularly when starting negotiations with someone who has unrealistic expectations.

Over the past month, I’ve hustled hard to get a new venture started and I realized late last week that I’ve hit the dip.  If you’re unfamiliar with “The Dip”, I’ll let you take a peek at the book by Seth Godin on the subject.  I was at the point where I was undecided on forging ahead or quitting.  After consulting a few trusted people, I decided late last night to forge ahead.

As well, I made the decision to consult my ‘action plan’ for the next 890 days.  It was a little disheartening when I realized that – yes I had done a crapload of work over the past few months – but was it productive?  Or is being productive a metric that should be measured?  Or how would productivity even be measured over a variety of different projects with differing objectives and outcomes?

So this week a wee bit of time will be spent considering my new yard stick to measure progress and figuring out a better way to ensure that I can limit the amount of time it takes get through a dip.

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891 Days To Go

It’s March 12th and I’ve only got 891 days to go.  I say it out loud and my heart starts to race faster.   How the hell will I get it all done in 890 days?!

It’s been a hell of a week.  This time last week I was hosting a party at the Fairmont Royal York with some of the best jazz in the world.  Managed to get a new publication launched, now I’m failing fast in terms of continuing to execute.  I spent the better part of this evening trying to catch-up and now it’s 12:30am and I’m just packing up to leave.

Tomorrow I will opt for a change of scenery and work from home.  I’ll put some time in to get some writing done and get something posted that is relevant and less of a freakout.

Fifth attempt at a haiku:Dark morning coffee
Spilling down chin shirt seatbelt
Run for tide to go

Hang tight, it’s going to be a bumpy ride.  And no the tide to go did not get out the coffee stain.  😦