Is this isolation an opportunity unborn?
The choice is yours for the outcome is unknown and your future is not yet written until you choose the words.
“That is one of the tricks of opportunity. It has a sly habit of slipping in by the back door, and often it comes disguised in the form of misfortune, or temporary defeat. Perhaps this is why so many fail to recognize opportunity” – Napoleon Hill
Working from home can be tough. Working through a broken business that is ripped out from under you in one single day can be tougher. Working under constraints of this pandemic could seem like the toughest and many fail under this chaotic, uncertain regime. Many more will mistake the darkness for a time to slumber and some will never make it through the night.
Get up in the morning with a head full of ideas and a plan to conquer the World. Four hours later find yourself still scrolling through Facebook having sent a couple of drab emails to people who are never going to reply anyways, check the fridge for the 8th time since you woke up, hoping for a ham and cheese croissant to magically appear and go back to scrolling Facebook. It’s 1pm.
Okay let’s get our shit together, lets knuckle down and get done what needs doing. Hmm where was I, what were those plans I had so clear in my mind when I first opened my eyes this morning? It sounded so busy when I was in my own head – why didn’t I write a list? Maybe I should write a list. Tomorrow that’s what I’ll do, for sure.
I wonder what’s in the fridge. Maybe I’ll make a pot of coffee – no it’s already 1pm, too late for coffee.
Is it too early for wine?
Check my schedule for the day. Of the 5 important things I had top of list in that head of mine, I’ve done one and procrastinated the rest. Looked and re-looked at the responses to my social updates, entered into online debates for the sake of small talk and hovered over recipes of dishes I’m never going to attempt.
No wonder 90% of self professed influencers are so good at posting on social media so bloody much. When you’re not caught up with with real life stuff it becomes addictive and I find myself picking up my phone without even realising it and scrolling Insta for absolutely no reason at all. Its mind numbing and boring and completely unfulfilling. Like a Dagwood dog at the carnivale, it always smells way better than it tastes and the experience ruins the anticipation every time but the scent of carnivale keeps me coming back for more.
This isolation stuff takes courage, it takes grit and it takes strategy to avoid the sink hole within. It’s way too easy to binge watch a day of Netflix instead of write down my thoughts for someone to read. It’s way too easy to walk around in my undies instead of brush my teeth and wash my face for no-one to see. It’s way too easy to let the day slide by instead of jump in head first and swim to the depths of the World never seen before.
Now is not the time for snoozing, there is no missed boat and no one to call you out. Unborn opportunity is right in front of you, a forced evolution, the wind picking up before you have time to furl the sails, a baby born before the midwife arrives, stormy skies on a summers eve, Christmas in July… the impossible made real before your eyes can be met with impiety or faith, the choice is yours for the outcome is unknown and your future is not yet written until you choose the words.
