Worked labor day, worked all week, worked saturday, worked sunday. And the two BIG projects that were supposed to hit in August should start any day now. Probably just in time for me to leave town for my wedding.

I went to a small business seminar once in which the speaker said “If you don’t wake up screaming at least twice a week, you’re not running a small business.” Or something to that effect. Fortunately, large quantities of work have a sedative effect by 9:30pm.

Ironically, my workouts have increased as my time has become more compressed. I guess it’s harder say “I’ll do it later” when I know that later, I’ll be working. I’m actually succeeding in getting up at 6am (Oh, ok, I wake up at 6am. Actual ejection from the mattress pod occurs 15-20 minutes later) and getting out to either walk with weights, or run, after my usual 20 minutes of sanity-saving and migraine-preventing stretches.

I occasionally think about how much easier it would be if I were to just chuck it and get a real job…get of at 5:00*, go home, cook dinner, blah blah blah. All it takes is 5 minutes of listening to someone kvetch about their boss/co-workers/cube farm/fear of layoffs/etc to reassure me that, anxiety and all, having my own business is the way to go.

*Not that I ever actually went home at 5pm when I had real job. Video post-production and Silicon Valley dot-coms tend to require 10-12 hour days as a baseline, with 14-16 hour days a regular occurrence. I did not have a job from 1982-1999 in which I did NOT have to pull at least one all-nighter. My record was 4 in 10 days, followed by a trip to the E.R. for gastritis. The hours I’m working now are child’s play in comparison.