349 days to go until my deadline.
In these first 16 days, I haven’t written much about the progress of my business venture. That’s partly because I don’t think you want to hear me repeatedly extol the virtues of wearing sweatpants to work (it’s…exactly as good as you think) and partly because I’ve been pushing to get a bit of groundwork done before speaking openly about what The Big Idea looks like in real life. If I were to hit a major roadblock in these very early days that forced me to change course, better that I not have laid out a big hypothetical blueprint from which I’d then need to do a lot of backpedaling. Having said that, I’m happy to report that – so far – I’ve hit no such roadblocks.
Even as someone who has been keenly aware of many ways in which the 9-to-5 office worker is a creature of habit (in case you’ve forgotten), these early days of my New Reality have brought with them a few reminders that there are whole parts of everyday life that are not part of the 9-to-5er’s routine. Some of these feel surprisingly foreign to navigate. Things like choosing when to shower and weekday/daytime grocery shopping.
Yesterday, with 361 days remaining before my deadline, I hit a very important milestone on whatever this path turns out to be: the first instance of…
For any gringos too lazy to plug its title into Google Translate, this is a post about the first morning after departing WC Purgatory. Why am I writing it on the morning of Day 4? Please refer to the last post concerning the disjointedness (temporal or otherwise) of my thoughts. I make no apologies. Sorry if that bothers you.
I started work at 5:30AM today.
My eyes fluttered open and my mind started racing. Every single thought I have is now on the clock. Welcome to The New Reality.