I went to bed at about 1 a.m. this morning, fully intending to sleep in this morning. After all, we self-directed entrepreneurial types are allowed to do that, and I had no early morning meetings or calls that needed my attention. But instead of a luxurious lay in and some self-indulgent snuggling under the covers, I found myself awake one minute before my alarm went off at 5:30 a.m.
This morning, I awoke percolating over some ideas that were planted in a conversation last night. It wasn’t a conversation during the workshop I did with Shirley Borrelli, it was a conversation in the afterward part. After people had left, after we cleaned up, and there were just three of us there, chatting. You’d think it was harmless chatting if you listened from across the room, but it was the kind of chatting stimulated by someone with a genius idea, a couple of friends to safely bat it around with, and the warmth, colour, and coziness of the loft we sat it.
It’s amazing how those evening activities work their way in to our subconscious, fire the neurons overnight, and are fully developed and hatched in the morning.
Nope, I didn’t have an epiphany about my friend’s project (although I do have a few ideas). I woke up very clear on my next 90-days and what I will be doing.
Thank you friends. I owe you one!