I woke up at 6am today, anxious to get to work and meet with my boss. I’ve lost count at the false starts I’ve made at trying to set things in order. I don’t consider the false starts my fault, up until perhaps the point where I’ve been punched so many times I don’t have the drive to try again until I spend some time back in my corner. It’s been a good week or two, so I was up for it.

Except that I didn’t need to be in the office until 9am. At a regular pace it’s a half hour to get ready and another half hour to bike to work. That gave me two hours to create an Alaska motorcycle trip itinerary and send it off to a couple of friends for perusal.

The morning felt successful, I had a solid approved direction. Those in my corner, helping me out, were also excited. Unrelated meetings were had, and throughout the day I kept pretty busy. At the end of the day I was still pushing forward alone, and when I tried to connect ran right into another wall.

I came home and took a nap. Then I got Facebook to find me some plans for the evening. K was working late, told her husband I was stealing her and off we went for meal. This helped put the evening back on track. Tomorrow maybe I’ll forget trying to lead change and do some plain old work again.

Once again, M wrote about thoughts that immediately touched home. Reading her blog and the hectic day at work drove to walk down to the pier for a coffee and some time with the smell of the ocean. Is it really still only Tuesday?