Setting High Goals

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A member of my marketing group raised an interesting point. She'd read that most people don't aim high enough with their goals. People aim for the mid-level, where success might be found, but mid-level is also where 80% of the population is floundering about. By shooting for above where you think you can land, you knock out a big chunk of the competition who isn't even competing at that level.

Just something to think about...

Leaving the Bed is Overrated

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With the exception of trundling to the kitchen to forage for food, the briefest of potty breaks, and a one-hour dash to yoga, I have not left the bed since 7:30 this morning. How cool is that?

I've discovered I don't need to leave the bed to work.I've got my laptop propped on my legs, projects spread across the space beside me, cell phone by the beside table, and the cats take turns jumping up onto the bed to sleep at my feet. I don't know why I didn't think of this years ago...

Lest you think I'm some sort of loser, I'll point out that the bed is made, and I am showered, dressed, with teeth brushed and hair combed. (Kinda. I'm still growing it out. Big hair. Big, big hair.)  I've simply chosen to recline on a Sterns & Foster double-padded mattress versus sitting stiffly upright in a squeaky office chair. I've got three pillows stacked behind my back, a comforter spread across my feet, and a stunning view of the vines that threaten to overtake the grape arbor outside our bedroom window.

Oh sure, I might feel the beginning of bed sores developing across my a--, but this is a small price to pay for the luxury of being able to close my eyes, roll my head back, and snore for 15 minutes on demand. Again--so cool. 

Every two to three months, our cat Lucy picks a new place in the house to call "hers." Be it a corner of the good sofa, the rug in the kitchen, or spread-eagle at the bottom of the stairs, once she picks a spot, she can't be moved from it. I suspect something similar happening here.  I might need an intervention at some point to get me to leave the bedroom.

In the meantime, if you need me, call my cell.

The main phone is in the living room and I can't reach it from bed.

Short Attention Span

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I think I'm beginning to understand why I don't get any work done. Let's look at a brief snippet of Dena's workday.

YESTERDAY, 2 PM:
I'm upstairs working on the computer. I need to get a quote from someone for an article I'm working on, so I head downstairs to get my cellphone, which I left in the living room. I grab the phone but notice Lucy sunbathing and stop to give her a little backrub. Kitty love complete, I walk into the kitchen to get a glass of water. I notice the dishwasher has run its cycle, so I quickly empty it. Then wipe off the counters.

Since I'm straightening anyway, I dip into the breakfast nook and put the placemats away, return the open magazines to the magazine rack, and wipe off the table. Which is then I notice our plant, Bobo, looking a little peaked. Back into the kitchen for water for Bobo, which makes me realize I haven't watered any of our plants lately and I might as well take care of that while I'm thinking of it.

Lucy has wandered into the kitchen by this time and is meowing at me, so we play a quick game of "chase the kibble" where I throw her food down the hall and she races after it. Since we're in the hall (where the washer/dryer is located), it occurs to me I haven't folded the towels I put in the dryer last night. That will only take 2 minutes.

Enough. I need to get some work done. I go upstairs and sit in front of my computer. And realize I need my cellphone--left downstairs--to make that call.

Here we go again...