I probably need a nap. A short one should do the trick. Fridays are slower. I met with my coach earlier and I need to do a planning session later. The weather is dreary, wet and overcast. Perfect for a snooze.
Have you read Fascinate by
Sally Hogshead? Great book and the other is equally good. You should take the test. Maybe you're a Bez in disguise.
I spent most of my 20's living on power naps. They were either amazing or horrible; in the end, they were ONLY horrible and I'd wake up to this sense of impending doom. (Mind you, I was abusing them. They're not meant to be a replacement for a full nights sleep. No stimulant, protocol or mind trick in the world will replace the old fashioned eight hours. It's not practical but the body does seem to enjoy it.)
***slightly off topic; story time with Reese***
I haven't got it in me to be Bezos. I might respect the hustle but there's NO way I'd could sleep on 200B knowing that there's people out there sleeping on the streets, or single mothers bringing children up on benefits. I just couldn't, I'd get restless.
I'm not saying that he has to be a socialist, I'm just saying *I* probably am. If I ever made it BIG I'd more than likely be the most broke celebrity in the world. I'm a bit of an enigma in that way...I wouldn't mind a bit of clout, but if I ever actually got it I'd live like a monk.
I can trace that back to one of my earliest travel memories though. I spent nearly 6 hours talking to a homeless guy in Union Square. He'd just come from the food bank and was giving food out food items. I took a little pot of apple sauce as a keepsake. It's grim, but I still have it. It was one of those days that'll forever stand out in my mind. It changed me.
My only regret is not taking him into Times Square for a show and a spot of dinner. I should of at least given him some mail (I had it after all.)
I've been back twice since and loitered around in the hope I'd see him. Sadly, it wasn't to be. I just hope he got through this COVID stuff safely. As a homeless African American man in his late 50s on the streets of Manhattan he would have been MORE than in the 'at risk' category. (Well, no. He'd be WELL into his 60s now.)
See what I'm saying? I could never be a billionaire. I'd never get there. No, 500K would do me for a nice city apartment with a sparkly view, a mini bar and a man cave to write in. I'm fiercely ambitious and passionate about my work, but I don't actually want for much.