Spending all day on a computer without a colleague to interrupt me with the stupid banter that I love and that bonds humans together is beginning to bug me. First, I really loved being able to get up and make myself a coffee in my bright big kitchen, and not have to crawl around in the annex that was my last workplace kitchen.
But now I question trading company for space and the privileges of home ownership in a country town. Sometimes I'm not sure that was a good trade. This comes as another wave hits...Im battling in the surf again. Aghhhhhrrr...splutter! The other thing I'm finding tough at the moment, is working with sub-contractor designers in Adelaide and having to initiate, initiate, initiate the whole time. I'm feeling a bit out of sight out of mind. I'm only 4 hours away, but to Adelaideans, it's like a world away. I'm exhausted and need perspective on this business thing. Bring on Christmas. Virgins giving birth and Wotif only had a bloody barn available. Now, there's perspective. I could be in a whole lot more trouble!
I'm going to have to do this better, because I'm spending a lot of time driving projects forward - but that's what my clients are paying me for. I feel like I'm repeating myself - why don't people listen to what I'm saying? I'm not saying it loud/clear/well enough? Do I really have to be a relentless hounder before shit happens? I have a feeling I could be a real whip cracker - but when my income is depending on my site being up, and after 3 months it's still in draft stage, I am beginning to get tetchy.
In small business, when you live a long way from others, how do you make your priorities someone elses without being a tyrant or a bitch face hound? Or do I need to be a better bitch-face hound? What is it I'm not communicating? Is it the love? Is it the need? Surely if a designer says they can do something in a budget and a time frame, and don't, I'm justified in being a little cranky.
Big breath in. Think of the horses I visited today. Im going at a different speed to my surroundings. I need to slow down. Stay away from the panic button. I'm writing this outside in my backyard under dark clouds, turning pink in the sunset. It's been a wild hot northerly wind coupla days. Im pooped. I feel like Im walking on that knife edge again, this is taking a lot of energy all this worry...
"Worry is interest paid on trouble before it is due." I love that. Read it on a bus ticket years ago, and its just stuck around, like wisdom does.
But now I question trading company for space and the privileges of home ownership in a country town. Sometimes I'm not sure that was a good trade. This comes as another wave hits...Im battling in the surf again. Aghhhhhrrr...splutter! The other thing I'm finding tough at the moment, is working with sub-contractor designers in Adelaide and having to initiate, initiate, initiate the whole time. I'm feeling a bit out of sight out of mind. I'm only 4 hours away, but to Adelaideans, it's like a world away. I'm exhausted and need perspective on this business thing. Bring on Christmas. Virgins giving birth and Wotif only had a bloody barn available. Now, there's perspective. I could be in a whole lot more trouble!
I'm going to have to do this better, because I'm spending a lot of time driving projects forward - but that's what my clients are paying me for. I feel like I'm repeating myself - why don't people listen to what I'm saying? I'm not saying it loud/clear/well enough? Do I really have to be a relentless hounder before shit happens? I have a feeling I could be a real whip cracker - but when my income is depending on my site being up, and after 3 months it's still in draft stage, I am beginning to get tetchy.
In small business, when you live a long way from others, how do you make your priorities someone elses without being a tyrant or a bitch face hound? Or do I need to be a better bitch-face hound? What is it I'm not communicating? Is it the love? Is it the need? Surely if a designer says they can do something in a budget and a time frame, and don't, I'm justified in being a little cranky.
Big breath in. Think of the horses I visited today. Im going at a different speed to my surroundings. I need to slow down. Stay away from the panic button. I'm writing this outside in my backyard under dark clouds, turning pink in the sunset. It's been a wild hot northerly wind coupla days. Im pooped. I feel like Im walking on that knife edge again, this is taking a lot of energy all this worry...
"Worry is interest paid on trouble before it is due." I love that. Read it on a bus ticket years ago, and its just stuck around, like wisdom does.
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