I sometimes get tunnel vision: focusing on a single mission while putting everything else on the back burner.
Last night I spent about eight hours working on All of the Above, doing everything from editing the latest episode, submitting it to every and any podcast directory that exists, as well as gathering the show notes (which I also put on Pinterest). When I get going, it's hard for me to stop. Dinner didn't happen until 9pm, and it was just two leftover pieces of pizza and some egg nog as I edited away upstairs. Alone. In a tunnel. Away from Hillary, my girlfriend, and Oakley, my dog. It ended up being a long eight hours.
Was it worth it?
My heart says no.
My brain says yes.
And I foolishly say, “I want more hours in a day.”
This whole week has been somewhat of a nightmare, as this podcast thing is starting to turn out to be more work than expected. An episode a day was silly. It got done, but not without some major time spent away from the human and pet I love.
The upside of a baptism by self-imposed fire is that I've got the process down at least. And I learned to never go full-hog when you haven't even riden a bike.