Yup Yup, back to the Land of David Archuleta again for a week of retreating, co-coaching and having fun with people. I always love staying in hotels because tubs so for me, these are like mini-vacations.
I’m away from the dogs and cat, having to now fix elaborate meals (Thanks, Blue Apron, for the help and I’m done with all the prep work. Can someone just deliver me the meals already done?) and my ass growing into this couch.
I need an energy shift STAT and maybe this will restart my meter. Lately, I feel like I’m yelling into the abyss.
On the happy news front: I passed my certification test for the Archetype Alignment Grid work with flying colors! WOOT! Now I can officially brand the materials and take them out into the world. So, yeah. Better get on that.
Business has been S L O W over the summer for lots of reasons and I’ve flip flopped all over the place with this whole new branding thing. Threw a bunch of money out the window for essentially not much and while I could spend time being pissed at myself, I’m just glad it wasn’t more money
(I stopped it at copywriting. I have such a distinctive online voice that I really can’t have anyone write for me. It just doesn’t work and comes off some weird amalgam of a different voices, none of them mine. Also too: I know how to do copywriting. Why am I paying a buttload of money for someone to do what I do halfway decently already?)
Anyway, so that’s what’s going on here.
Oh, and we might move not to Colorado or Seattle but about 35 minutes away in Easton. Duty has had no nibbles on new jobs (I think because he’s just been at this one like five months so new peeps are all “what’s up with that?”) and he actually likes it so we’re looking at this area in general. Easton is a nice community, near water, has the requisite stores (Starbucks and whatnot) that I can go to instead of being held captive by weekend parking lot traffic during the summer.
Seriously, you can’t go ANYWHERE just about from Friday at noon until Monday morning. It’s gotten really bad. Our main road is the ONLY way to the beaches and every summer it gets worse and worse. The access side roads for the locals to attempt to get around town are clogged with tourists thinking they’re smart and can get there faster. Yeah, no. Thanks for a 10 minute trip taking an hour or more on weekends, people.
(I’m very, very grumpy, can you tell?)
Also, here’s a picture of me and Lauren circa 1991 with some big ass hair. You’re welcome.