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. 😦