Bottom Rung, here, reporting for duty on the Corporate Ladder.
Okay, so yesterday when I “went bananas,” you know getting out of my head and back into my life, I was struck like Barry Bonds’s 73rd homer at what I found. I found my “real life.” Guess where it is? Holla’ if ya hear me on this (Translation: you may identify here): My real life is right at the bottom of my stinking in-box. I’m telling you, folks, my in-box is really putting the “in” in inundated this week. (You like that? heh.)
I’ll tell you this, I’ve got new plans in the works for the end of Phase 2 and Phase 3 of P90X. On the heels of some pretty serious lapses brought on by old friends visiting and by visiting old friends you were probably wondering how I was going to keep this ship afloat. Well don’t worry, I’ve got a plan. And like every single plan I’ve ever hatched, this one will be of the last-minute, clock’s-ticking, down-to-the-wire, after-the-buzzer, oh-God-if-you-make-this-work-I’ll-NEVER-procrastinate-like-this-again variety. And that’s how I know it’s going to work.
But before I’m in a position to go further into said plan with y’all, I’ve got to get serious at work. Like no-kidding serious; like dinner at the office serious; like “I’ll take my 5:00PM frappucino with a shot of espresso and a handful of chocolate-covered coffee beans” serious. Because there’s no way for me to nail down the particulars of this plan to effectuate nothing short of a miracle (i.e. blob-to-bod in time for The Unveiling on July 31, 2010) until I achieve a little zen at the place that my bills.
Until then, “avoid french fries,” “do an extra 15 crunches,” and ignore everything in “quotes.”
It’s been working for me.