It’s 2:30am right now and as an 80-year-old trapped in the body of a 23-year-old, it’s significantly past my bedtime. Seriously, I’m usually in bed by 10 or 11, but for the past week or so I’ve been going completely insane and I blame the internet.
Granted, I have been reading a bunch of business books lately… I finished The Help but instead of continuing on with fiction I moved onto The 4-Hour Workweek and am now reading Trust Agents. I highly recommend all three books, by the way, but I think I need to stick to reading entertaining books before sleep because my heart was beating a mile a minute tonight as I lay in bed staring at the ceiling – thinking about all the things I need to do to make a living and start my own business. As one friend said, “Ahh… the entrepreneurial dream.”
Tomorrow I need to finish a post I’ve spent weeks working on, tackle 3 other research-heavy articles for a new client,and continue being awesome for my other clients. Then I need to write my posts for next week. I’m also in a business coaching program, so I’m active in that forum and need to make sure I’m following the lessons and listening to the courses. That reminds me, I can’t forget to actually download them tomorrow.
Then of course there’s the Pajama Job Hunt. I’m almost done with the Twitter series, but then I have to tackle the 4 other videos which need to be scripted. I have various guest posts that need writing, HARO queries that need pitching, comments that need responses, tweets that need retweeting, a book that needs reviewing… I even created a separate email account JUST to deal with Twitter, thinking it might be good to not have that distraction every time I had a new follower. Except now there’s this backlog of Twitter shit I need to go through. So much for that tactic.
I want to make sure I don’t dissapear online, which means more twittering on my end, answering questions on LinkedIn, posting comments on various blogs… The list goes on.
I have this handy dandy Firefox Extension that lets me tag something to read later, but my list just keeps growing. It never gets smaller and those articles rarely get read.
Maybe it’s because it’s now almost 3 in the morning and I’m still not tired and can’t even begin to fathom all the things that need doing, but I blame the internets for stressing me out. I’m always distracted by something new, some awesome blogger I need to check out, some great newsletter I need to read. People I need to follow, connections yet to be made. Things I need to learn to start my own business. New new new more more more. Always. Never ending.
Did I mention that I’m leaving for London on the 19th and I’ll be gone for 3 weeks? And all this work needs to get done before then so I can at least partially enjoy my favorite city in the world?
Yeah. Holy crap.
Am pretty sure I’m going to regret writing this in the morning as I realize this resembles a diary entry more than a blog post. Not like I’m ever really that professional, but I’m afraid this makes me come off as incompetent or disorganized. I’m awesome at all my jobs, let me just remind you of this fact. But this weird moment of weakness is something I’m compelled to share. Maybe to prove a point that I don’t bullshit. Maybe to come across as more of a real live person. To be relatable. I don’t know.
An old college friend recently wrote me, saying that being able to read about my own journey helped ease her own “angst” about not having something lined up after college. Angst is right. I know I’m finally on the right path and all… but fuck if it’s not stressful.





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