Faceplanted today. Not literally but figuratively.
Woke up with my back all twisted, so I spent the day looking like a turtle and walking like Frankenstein. Strike 1.
Also had a little snafu with my taxes that fortunately I rectified but would have been a really big issue if I hadn’t been organized and kept pretty decent records. Essentially I forgot a few streams of income and a couple expenses that I shouldn’t have forgotten.
Having to deal with tax stuff is no fun when your back hurts. That’s why it pays to be organized…it would have been 100x worse if I hadn’t spent the time a few years ago to create a pretty good classification system for my income and expenses. But, even good systems eventually fail, which is what happened today. And failure is actually good thing—it helps you identify weaknesses you didn’t think about. That’s true for every system. I don’t have a single process or system in my writing or personal life that is perfect.
It got me thinking about how I can improve bookkeeping system so that this kind of thing doesn’t happen again. It also got me thinking about how un-sexy this stuff is and how a lot of people could probably benefit from it nonetheless.
Anyway, my office is a mess right now so I’ll have to spend tomorrow cleaning and organizing. I try not to head into Mondays with a messy space.
Some days it feels like you take a few steps back and make zero progress in your writing. Today was one of those days, but I made it through just fine. Tomorrow is a new day and you can always start again. Remember the law of averages.
I guess it’s not all bad—I landed another speaking engagement today and got my email inbox down to about 7. That last thing in and of itself is a miracle, my friends. A miracle.
I’m off to do some more tax stuff, take some meds, nuke myself in muscle ointment, and watch YouTube for the rest of the night. Have a good night.
