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Archive for January, 2018

Fuck this is hard

Yeah, you were hoping I was going to talk about the Hunter’s cock.  Sorry, no dice.  OK, we can digress a bit — I do really like his cock.  It’s the perfect size and it’s quite lovely, but that’s not what’s on my mind.

My work is hard.  I came out of the 2018 starting gate all full of piss and vinegar.  I have a plan, I’m working the plan and the plan is yet to bear fruit.  It’s a marathon — I must remember this.  I had a long call yesterday with a frenemy who made the same bold leap I made.  He’s running about 6 months behind me on his startup, but he has made some very bold marketing moves with publishing a book and a podcast.  Wow.  I was jealous at first, so I disparaged his accomplishments: “Why charge for the book?” “The first podcast topic was such a snoozer I haven’t listened since”.  It came from my green-eyed monster.  I’m going to be a friend and a better person by heading over to his book-signing event next month.   I asked him if it was OK since we are frenemies.  He needed the support.  I hope there is alcohol.

Anyway we talked about how things are going.  I call him every month or two just to check in on him.  He is facing the same business development challenges I am facing.  I haven’t told him one of my “secret sauce” solutions because it’s actually making some $ for me and if I tell it will dilute my $, so fuck that.  Maggie first.

His book did yield a client, who had the book thoroughly highlighted and bookmarked prior to their meeting.  We talked about how creating content is BS unless you can get it in front of the right people.  I apparently do a heck of a lot more in that arena than he does.  Point to Maggie. We discussed paying for content placement and budgets for that.

We agreed that one segment of our profession is so incredibly tough to generate clients that it makes sense to pivot to the sometimes easier-to-win, but more complex and time-consuming to execute.  The incredibly tough-to-find client has some big hazards once you land her — like, oh say, getting paid for one thing.

It was good to hear that he is facing the same challenges.  It reinforced my drive to continue my push to actually connect and meet with people face-to-face rather than just lobbing marketing materials at them in the hopes they will call me.  Although lobbing in the marketing crap does help open the door.  My 2018 mantra of “relentlessly persistent” is the only way forward.  Now, I have to get to work.

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Good Night’s Sleep?

Hi Hunter!  Yes, he is reading my blog and yes, things erupted after he read my previous post.  Sigh.  I need to trust him more and realize that honesty is the best policy when it comes to our relationship.

 

As we snuggled this morning, post wake-up fuck, he murmured that our relationship took a hard hit from this last kerfuffle.  I agree.  We are sleeping in separate beds, but enjoying the good night’s sleep that comes from not sharing the covers (him) or loud snoring (me) of a loved one.  I can stay up and read.  He can go to bed super early.  But are separate beds healthy for our relationship?  Pros and cons.  Pros and cons.

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Apparently we are part of a bigger trend — people who have the balls to say, “I love you, but I really want a good nights sleep so go somewhere else”.  USA Today and Huffington Post cited a study that cited 25% of couples sleep separately.  I honestly don’t mind the separate beds these days because I have been sleeping like a baby.  The Hunter feels the same — my snoring isn’t bothering him and waking him up.  Will this continue?  Perhaps off and on.  I do enjoy when he jumps in bed with me in the morning for a snuggle and a fuck.

As for our relationship hit, that’s a story for another day.

 

Don Juan Surfaced

I put up a challenge on LinkedIn that I want to connect either in person or by phone/email with every LinkedIn connection I have.  That’s a daunting goal since I have over 1,200 connections.  One of the first people to rise to the challenge was Don Juan who invited me for a coffee.

We met and talked about business the entire time.  I introduced him to a consultant who had done some great workshops for me.  He told me about a new piece of business his firm is developing and it was all work, no fun.  We both made it very clear from the get-go that we now have a friendship.  I told him about the Hunter, he told me about his family.  The past is firmly in the past.

I didn’t tell the Hunter. I did tell him that I was having coffee with a connection.  Was this a lie of omission?  Perhaps, but I knew that I had no interest in Don Juan and I was sure that feeling was mutual because we met for coffee.  No drinks, no dinner — just a 30 minute coffee, so why would I create some drama when there was none to be had?  Or perhaps I’m just lying to myself and I should be willing to withstand any confrontation that could occur.

In any case, in my mind it was just an interesting coffee.  I can check him off my LinkedIn list and continue down the list of 1100+ to go…..

I’m Still Trucking Along

Work has started off with a bang and I am happily quite busy this week.  It’s almost 11:00 and I’m still at the computer.  No complaints there.  Anyway, a quick update to say that life is just fine down here.  The Hunter and I had a great holiday break.  I’ll write something about what a kid that man is when it comes to presents.  We went camping and it was chilly but we got back before the big freeze.  Now I’m ducking and looking out for frozen iguanas falling from trees.  You folks up north may have snow, ice and all that mayhem.  We have to look out for frozen invasive reptiles.  It’s kind of a reptilian zombie apocalypse.

Anyway, I started kickboxing as my new exercise routine and I absolutely love it.  I have never been any type of an athlete, but this speaks to me.  It is great for my body and my brain.  My brain has to remember the punch/kick combinations and my body is sweating up a storm.  Plus I must say that this franchise has it’s shit together with an active Facebook group, a personal note mailed to me after I joined, lots of hashtags, selfies, contests, encouragement.  I feel like I just joined a new tribe.

I’ll try to write some more this weekend, but for now just know that I am freezing my tuckus along with everyone else — nothing in South Florida is built for cold weather.  We don’t have the clothes either.  Brrr, I need to go snuggle up with the Hunter.

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