Last night I stayed out way too late and drank way too many pints of Guinness, leading to a massive hangover today.
This, for someone who never gets hangovers, really messed me up. I couldn’t get out of bed (I could barely lift my head off the pillow), I couldn’t read anything, I couldn’t eat.
But I sucked it up.
I showed up anyway.
I did the work.
Why? Because honestly? Fuck excuses.
Excuses are going to do absolutely NOTHING to improve your situation. You know what else will do nothing for you? Complaining about your current situation.
I could have got up this morning, complained about my pounding headache and how I thought I was about to spew vomit at any moment, I could have been all “I’m going to take the day off work, it’s no big deal, it’s just one day”, but here’s what I did instead –
I cringed at the blinding light coming in from the bedroom window
I drink a glass of water, took some painkillers and ate a bowl of oatmeal
I washed my face and got dressed so that I felt relatively human again
I did social media work and answered messages and emails
I cleaned up the main floor of the house that the kids destroyed the day before
I had a short nap
I had a call with one of my #bestofthebest clients
I did my mindset work
I did my money work
I signed on 2 new clients
All in all, I showed the fuck up. I made shit happen. Because I simply don’t have time for excuses. I have so many things I do each day, that I don’t have time to take a break. And nor do I really want to.
Truthfully, if I would have taken the day off, if I would have allowed myself to sleep all day, which is what I WANTED to do, by the end of the day, I would have been a WRECK. Pissed off and upset with myself.
Because I love my work, I love busting my ass every day, I love the hard stuff, I love the easy stuff, I love the pain, I love the fear, I love the uncertainty, I love the grind and I love the hustle.
Admit it, you love it all, too!
So yeah, I was sick. Yeah, I didn’t WANT TO. Yeah, I was annoyed for awhile.
But now, at 5:30 on a Thursday evening, I feel fucking fantastic. I’ve made money, I’ve worked with clients (who always inspire me), I’ve eaten, slept and re-hydrated. And now I’m about to go have a delicious dinner and enjoy our last night with THIS incredible view.
The time to show up is not when you feel like it, not when you want to, but now. It’s always now.