I’ve had a very good run, as far as business is concerned, over the last six months and I’m actually thankful things have slowed down for a minute. I’ve had a chance to enjoy a couple of weeks in August and these few days of September where just before I was stressed out, completely.
So now that I’ve had this little breather I’ve taken to being a little lame as far as the effort goes at work. It’s not that I haven’t done anything, I just haven’t thrown my best effort at it…
This led to a conversation with my mentor yesterday evening while I was driving home… Here’s how that went:
“Hey, what’s up man? I’m having a tough time getting back into the swing of things at work. I’ve got plenty to do, I just have no drive to do it… I’ve needed a break for so long, now that it’s here I’m having a tough time getting back into it”.
To which he replied, “Well listen man, you’re the boss and you put a lot into the last six months, why don’t you just relax on yourself for a minute”.
Let’s just say I was a little stunned. I was expecting the old, “dust yourself off son, and get back up on that horse” pep talk. Now most people would relish the notion that they were given permission to screw off for another few days. Not this one – and here’s the trick to the title of this post:
There are a few things that I know beyond a shadow of a doubt: 1) I am an ex-drunk, which pretty much just means a daily reprieve – That drunk is still lurking in the shadows. 2) I am also an unbelievable loser when I’m a drunkard. 3) When you sober up a horse thief, what have you left with? A horse thief.
So here’s the dealio; my mentor’s advice was wrong and I explained that to him in great detail. What I needed to do was get my butt back on track again and that’s exactly what I did today. I got through a veritable mountain of work (with the help of my lovely secretary – err wife).
To sum this up, I can believe my own bullshit, that I just need a break, but it’s an excuse to coast and I damn good and well knew it. I am free to sit back and let the rest of the year float by, I really did have a great year but in the end, that loser who wants to coast through life doing as little as possible is lurking just under the skin. If I buy into that excuse, even a little bit, I can end up right back where I started. Asking, “You want fries with that”?