In the weeks leading up to the event this past weekend where I shared the stage with Jack Canfield and delivered the closing keynote, I set some big goals. Ridiculous goals, actually, now that I look back on it.
I decided to: get my new website written and up, write and put up a sales page for my ten week program, recruit joint venture partners to promote my program and do teleclasses with them, host my own fr*ee teleclass, get new headshots, have new business cards designed, write the copy for new marketing materials and get them designed and printed, get a tradeshow display sign designed and created, and create two new audio products with downloadable workbooks. On top of that, I needed to refine the two speeches I was going to be presenting at the event!
All in 3 ½ weeks. This was originally going to be spread out through the 4th quarter, but I decided I could get it done.
As you can imagine, this required some long hours. I worked from 7 am until I couldn’t think or see any more, usually about midnight. I took one day off. The rest of my life was on hold.
I wasn’t stopping to create and prepare healthy meals. My house was chaos. My outdoor plants went unwatered. My bushes went untrimmed. I had no time for Bud the Beagle. I cancelled early morning walks with my girlfriends. My best friend even had to come over and cut up salad greens and veggies and fruit for me so that I’d have food to eat. I had no balance. I was fried.
A Recipe for Disaster
I had so much to do the night before I left that I didn’t finish until 5 am. Unfortunately, I had to get up at 5:30 am to get to the airport for my flight. So I never really slept. Driving to the airport, I was incredibly tired. I was fighting to stay awake. And apparently, I lost the fight.
One moment I was driving along the highway at 75 mph, eagerly anticipating the conference and the opportunity to meet
Jack Canfield. The next moment, I found myself crashing into the median cables, screaming in terror, trying to get my car under control so I didn’t go into the ongoing traffic and cause a head on collision. Two of my tires blew out, and my car finally came to a stop, crashing into the median.
I was totally shaken. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know who to call. I couldn’t think clearly. I couldn’t breathe. Physically, I was okay, but emotionally, I was in a meltdown.
Over the next hour, it all got worked out. My best friend calmed me down over the phone. The police, the fire department and an ambulance came and went. The tow truck came, and the driver dropped me off at the airport so I could fly to Fort Lauderdale.
I had to wait in the airport for 7 ½ hours for the next flight, so I had a lot of time to think. And to be incredibly grateful. I was okay. I didn’t hurt or kill anyone else. I walked away without a scratch or an ache or pain. That’s a huge amount to be grateful for. It could have gone a lot of other ways.
This was a Big Fat Wakeup Call!
- I had to wake up to the fact that I am not superhuman. I require sleep, healthy food, fresh air, and exercise. Things don’t go well when these necessities get ignored.
- I had to wake up to the fact that setting “stretch goals” is great, but setting goals that require an amount of work that no mere mortal could possibly accomplish without working 16 hours a day and forgoing sleep and a life is a really bad idea.
- I had to wake up to the fact that quite possibly (translation: “in reality”), I drove the team of people who were working with me (my amazing virtual assistant, web designer, graphic designer, and vice queen) nuts with these deadlines. It’s amazing they didn’t fire me.
- I had to wake up to the fact that having a life— making time for fun, friends, art projects, walks with “Bud the Beagle”, and the other things in my life I love—is as important as my business.
- I had to wake up to the reality that I’ve been given a chance to do it differently. And I know it’s going to be an ongoing challenge not to get sucked into the vortex of working too much. I love what I do, I’m passionate about it, so it often doesn’t feel like work. And there’s more to my life than my business. I’ve been given a second chance, and it’s time to do it differently.
So this weekend, somewhere out in nature, I’ll be pondering all of this. I’ll be dreaming, and planning, and relaxing, and being grateful for the chance to do it differently.
Because it could have all gone differently. I could have hurt or killed myself or someone else. I was spared.
What about you?
What can you learn from my Big Fat Wake Up Call, and how does this apply to your life? Let me know in the comments below.