I am committed to maintaining Unwavering Faith that I will Create a professional photography business, and I will put forth Extraordinary Effort until I do, no matter what…there is no other option
The reason I am committed to my mission is because I will be able to live with less stress, enjoy my time off, and help Ron in creating and living the life we want to live together.
To ensure that the attainment of my mission is inevitable, I will remain committed to my process of working in and on my business 8 hours a day for 40 hours a week by creating and following my business plan, without being emotionally attached to my results.
I am committed to my mission and maintain Unwavering Faith while putting forth Extraordinary Effort, because I know that I am just as worthy, deserving, and capable of creating tangible, measurable miracles and achieving everything I want, as any other person on earth.
My Process Execution
What did I do today?
Last night after dinner, we deep cleaned the kitchen and the dining room.
I would like to note for all those who have not had the chance to see how I live, the dining room is actually the work area. We are renting a rather large house. Certainly a larger house than we need for our 2 person household, and for the 45 days a year we get to have Buttercup with us, it is still larger than we need. When I identify the house on Reber Rd, as larger than we need, I mean we operate in maybe 1/3 of the square footage at most. When we moved in, the plan was to create a second living space in the finished half of the basement. One side would be the 2nd set of living room furniture, but this would also be the work space. My dining table the desk, an entire area for me to create and use not only as an office, but to transform into a home studio. That didn't happen. It was cold in the fall and winter (the first season I was in Pennsylvania), dark and secluded. I never finished unpacking or setting it up to be a place I wanted to be. I would end up bringing my laptop upstairs and sitting on the living room floor with my space being the coffee table, or using the dinner stands if I sat on the couches. The overflow impacted how I felt about the house. The excessive clutter, a lack of separation between work and family. I was dragging through the day, being unproductive, leaving a trail of chaotic paper mess in my wake. At some point, Ron tried to help me feel more comfortable here. We started going through the boxes of untouched life, trying to create a space for me to feel a drive to work. This failed. The unhappiness I felt living here was crushing, on myself, and our relationship. It came time for me to get a job. This only seemed to make the problem worse, instead of coming home and wanting to retreat to a gorgeous space. It all finally came to a head, and we re-established the dining room, which we only used maybe 10 days a year, and was really just another horizontal space to collect clutter, as a work-space. And WE needed a work-space. Ron was taking classes and needed to be able to get homework done, it was no longer just me. Slowly though, I began to lose control of the area again, and it just became stacks of papers, envelopes, books, receipts. This was not a conductive environment for either of us, and with the COVID-19 mandate of social distancing, we were both at home and working. When he was working, I was trying to maneuver around him, collecting my stacks, to work on the laptop from the living room. Really?! Am I actually behaving this way? How is that embracing the life, work and dream I am pushing towards.
This is why I cleaned the work-space. But not only that, it helped me to see the process I was using as counterproductive, as well, required a re-vamp.
Overall, it was a rather lazy day, which is OK, there is a reason for weekends. I woke up around 2ish, drank an entire water bottle of lemon water, and let the dogs out. Of course, since they didn't have their collars on, they took off. After waiting about 40ish minutes, I got in the jeep and ventured into the dark of the night, creeping along the road, whistling and calling. They ran to me when I was turning around about a 1/4 of a mile down the road. So not happy with them taking off. I tried to go back to bed after that, it was 3 something at this point, finally put a movie on and got another couple hours of sleep. Got up for the second time at 542 am, started coffee, and laid down on the couch. I fell asleep, waking up around 843ish. Ron was working on the computer, I drank some coffee, showered and dressed. Then, nothing….just sat around. I made french toast, but under-cooked some of it. Not my best work. I video chatted with Abe and Tinny, playing hide and seek and playground with her. We are giving them Daphne's old bed, the dollhouse headboard Ron built for her, and the rest of the set. She is just too tall for it. And when we move, she will get to create her room just like she wants it.
I sent out an email to my Mary Kay customers to join my Look Good, Feel Good Facebook group, along with another post encouraging my current members to invite the other women in their lives. This is part of the new process that I am working on, with smaller defined tasks throughout the day, rather than just setting a time limit for me to work and struggle through without direction.
We walked the dogs again, and then hit the grocery store. Its strange going out and seeing almost no people except those restocking the shelves or working the check out lanes. We got what we needed to get through our dinner meal plan, and this time, we remembered to also get food for lunch since we need to eat that too. We were not able to use our own bags though, so plastic it was, obviously this is for the safety of the cashiers, but I guess I am just going to have to keep walking the dogs. It is interesting to think about though, since there was a huge push in December to get rid of all plastic bags in stores, and some states were actually planning to charge people if they didn't bring their own bags. Oh how fast our ideas can change. Also, I was a terrible Independent Beauty Consultant, and when the girl ringing us out, said they were sanitizing everything constantly and her hands had never been this dry, I of course, had NO lotion samples in my bag. Really?! None?! Yup, none. Just a ton of cheap bubblegum. So what I will be doing is order a bunch and then just bringing it to the store, thanking all of the workers for doing their best to keep everyone safe and still provide us the food we need.
I had the headache from hell, day 2 now, and after unloading the groceries, there was no way I was going to be able to make chicken penne and see straight and remain standing. Plus, the stupid chicken was not thawed still. I guess we really do keep the house pretty cold. We had a frozen pizza instead, half a loaf of Italian bread with spices and olive oil while it was baking, and a brownie pie for dessert. By 9, we were both ready for bed.