Friday, October 04, 2013
Well, it's been a couple of years, but I have finally managed to catch some sort of cold. Yay. During the busiest part of the school year. How very thrilling. It makes me cranky and slow, as opposed to cranky and fast.
I've been sitting here thinking about things, and I think I'm going to have to make a choice. My job is becoming all-consuming yet again. I'm glad for the success. I am one of only two women in the state of Texas who runs an independent repair shop (at least that I know of). We're both in Dallas, by the way. The other lady has minions and she gets days off. I don't have minions, and I don't. I can't afford minions. The laws are too complicated, the health care costs and employment taxes are too expensive, and it's hard to find good help. So, instead of sacrificing my health and sanity to accommodate everyone, I think I'm going to have to start letting some things go.
I've already stopped working on Sundays. Now I'm trying to phase out some evenings. It's hard to tell people "no", because that is turning away money, but honestly, $40 here or there is not going to kill me, and as a wise woman once said, there is no such thing as a life-or-death situation when it comes to clarinets. That's just the way it is. I've also been fortunate enough to hand over my efforts of product promoting for a company to a rep that they hired for this specific area. It's not a big part of what I do, but the guy is competent, which is quite thrilling, and so it takes a load off my mind.
I just need to sit down and figure out a structured schedule. That is my main problem. I'm just so tired, and part of it is that I don't go to bed early enough. I realize getting to bed early is going to be a struggle for me, because I like to surf the interwebs at night to just unwind, and there sure are a lot of cat videos out there, and before I know it, it's 11:30. Another thing is that my husband likes to do the same thing, and he puts up a fight when I want to go to bed early. Well, he's a grown man and can do what he wants, but I think Mama's going to have to just draw a line and make things happen. It will be better for both of us. I sometimes wish he would take the initiative on his own, but then I have to keep in mind that my husband is a night owl. He is happiest when he can sleep till 2pm and stay up well past midnight. That's just how he's wired, and he's been that way for as long as I have known him, which is coming up on 18 years now. So, I'll just have to guide us both, because it's something we both need to do.
I'm kind of babbling right now, and avoiding work, because I'm being a whiny baby and it's just a cold.
At any rate, I need to do better about moving and nutrition and all that, and it just seems that my job gets in the way. It's hard to be self-employed, but I wouldn't have it any other way, because having a boss sucks big lemons. I do have to answer to shareholders, but my shareholders are furry and require their dividends be paid in tuna.
Don't really have a legitimate conclusion. Just thought I'd throw that out there.
Oh, one more thing!
What is the story on all these different activity trackers. I know there's this Fitbit thing, and now Sparkpeople has come out with one. They look like glorified pedometers to me, and I'm afraid if I get one, it will end up with the same fate as my pedometer: unused. Does anyone have any thoughts on the subject? Maybe I just need to get myself a cattle prod and attach it to my butt, so when I sit down for too long, I get zapped. I dunno.