The past workweek has been one of my most productive weeks as a business owner, and I feel slightly ashamed to admit that I can thank Red Bull for around 80% of my productivity.
I decided to pick up a 4-pack while walking past a display at the supermarket early in the week. My reasoning was, “If I’ve got to be cracked out all week to accomplish everything on my plate, then so be it; I’m out of steam.”
Turns out I should buy a pack a week; if I could get one week like this a month, I might actually get somewhere with my business. Generally, I’m pulled in about ten directions at once; I end up beginning and never finishing a single project until the deadline is looming in front of me and demanding every last bit of my attention.
Instead of my normal scatteredness, it was almost as though I cloned myself, assigned Carlene One to be my receptionist and Carlene Two to be my project manager, and then I, the original Carlene, was the worker bee happily buzzing away in Photoshop and cranking out project after project.
It seems like my options are to either find a Red Bull in human form or literally assign one week a month as the “Red Bull Get ‘Er Done Monthly Festival.” I’d drink one a day but am petrified of becoming hooked on the stuff and suffering the symptoms of crack withdrawl anytime I don’t get my fix.
I doubt it’s possible to have something make you feel that good without dire consequences being attached to ingesting it, therefore I want to avoid becoming a Red Bullaholic as much as any normal person wants to avoid becoming an alcoholic. It definitely “gives you wings;” I’m just not looking to end up in outer space.
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