December in January

I don't know about you, but I feel no different than I did 24 hours ago.

On the other hand, and there are usually two, I feel quite a bit different than I did 24 weeks or months or years ago.

Because, as my friend Chris likes to remind us, we tend to overestimate what we can get done in a day and underestimate what we can get done in a year. (Or, you know, 24.)

So this is me, letting myself, and perhaps you, off the hook: consider giving yourself a December in January. Not a mulligan, exactly, but an extra 31 days of tying up loose ends and considering how you'd like to move forward and (hole-y Swiss cheese on a cracker) maybe even resting a little. The holidays, they have a way of taking it out of us.

Well, some of us.

Okay, fine: me.

What might December in January look like?

Mine is pretty straightforward:

  • Close out my design business. I'm mortified to say that there are jobs from 2008 I still haven't billed one of my clients for. So the bad news is me, looking (or feeling) extremely unprofessional. On the other hand, I know there's money embedded in the deal, which is nice. (More on me and my high-larious relationship to money as I uncurl my toes and exhale these coming 12 months.) I also need to tell two clients that I'm retiring from all this glamor, and hand them off safely (assuming they're not crazy and don't turn down my recommendation).
  • Finish plotting out 2010. Don't get me wrong: planning is well underway, much of which I'll share in the coming weeks. Think books, both the reading and writing of them, and a lot more audio and video content. At least, that's what it's looking like now.
  • Get other ducks in a row. There's some more Big Clutter to get out of the way before I'll be able to breathe freely. Brooks is coming to town to help me out. (Well, not just for that, but I'm snagging him for a half-day.)

What's my secret plan for getting all of this extra stuff done?

Also very straightforward: I'm not for hire.

For January and February, and probably not for March, either. Because I had some work and some travel on the books already, it wasn't like there were vast expanses of empty space just because of some magical turn of the calendar page. And I have some secret desires I want to act on. (Secret for now: disclosure coming soon!)

If you are one of the organized few, or who knows, perhaps the organized many, please do leave your plans for achieving Total Global Domination in the comments area.

If not? Well. There's room for more than one December in January...

xxx
c

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