I started off the week really week. I’d just come back from a weekend trip. I had less around six hours of sleep a night on average. I was falling asleep at work.
It truly felt horrible and I wished I could feel better.
I had a ton of work to do. A ton. I had a few new clients and had to do the onboarding for them.
There were also a lot of inquiries. My inbox was full of unanswered emails.
But here I am today. It’s a Friday and I’m done with 90% of what I set out to do this week. I had expected myself to complete maybe half and maybe having to delay the rest.
I’m surprised. It’s been a productive week, in spite of what I thought about it.
So it seems… it doesn’t matter what I think I can do, it matters that I keep doing.