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It's Sunday morning. Sunday's are usually when I write my weekly email. I sit on the porch in front of my little office cabin with a French press coffee and a snack, and I write. 

Someone contacted me on LinkedIn the other day. I didn't know him and we hadn't had any contact previously. He wanted me to be an affiliate for their company that designs planning software. I understand the reasoning: I do something with productivity, so a planning software must be up my alley.

I admit it. I was wrong. About a couple of things actually.

I hesitated to write that down. Admitting we were wrong, is one of the hardest things to do. Why is that? If you're like me, a couple of worst-case scenarios have already flashed through your mind. Anything from someone pointing at you and laughing to no one ever taking you seriously ever again and the sky falling on your head.

I went to the dentist the other day (I know my life is absolutely fabulous 😆). Don't worry, there won't be anything grueling in here involving a drill. It was just a check-up and it was actually just fine. But that was the thing. It was fine - at best -. One might argue that it was less than fine. Okay, I'm not living in some fantasy world where we all skip down to the dentist whistling our favorite tune. Going to the dentist is one of those musts we can't really get around if we want healthy teeth. But still, does it have to be fine (at best)?

I took some time off. How dare you! (That's my inner critic talking) Giving myself permission to take time off right now was halfway between feeling like it was a luxury I couldn't afford and a dire need. I didn't feel like I could take time off at this stage in my business because there is sooo much to do, but, with a lot of exciting stuff coming up (I'll let you know what those are soon!), I figured that this was as good a time as any.

There is a hole in my yard. Well, it's not so much a hole, it's more a strip of missing grass. After 2 days of work and some minor muscle ache, I achieved what looks like a bad wax job on our lawn.

It was Sunday. We had had the kind of week where you just kinda have to make it work.