Day 83. The Anvil & the Flywheel

"Like pushing on a giant flywheel, it takes a lot of effort to get the thing moving at all, but with persistent pushing in a consistent direction over a long period of time, the flywheel builds momentum, eventually hitting a point of breakthrough"
 Jim Collins "Good to Great"

Wow. This sobriety thing is no big deal at all.
 
 Apart from a couple of low days, I have felt like the roadrunner hurtling along and kicking up dust, as I attempt to make up for lost (wine) time in my business.

I must be more productive
I must get more clients
I must make more money
I must declutter
I must keep the house tidy..

I must....I must....I must....cloud of dust...beep beep...

Well the giant anvil fell out of the sky, squashed me into the asphalt, until all that was left was a Wine Bitch shaped hole.

Logging on to my lovely business network of ladies yesterday, the mood was much the same. Energy was low. Confidence was wobbling. It felt like the clouds of doom were gathering to unleash an almighty storm of chaos.

Of course, it could be the New Moon. It could be hormones. 

Not me.

Post Acute Withdrawal Syndrome. Hard to believe that this grumpy, weepy, flaky, tired, negative physical condition has such a cuddly acronym. P.A.W.S.

For lots more info read the lovely Sober Mummy's posts - find her blog here)

Wow, this sobriety thing is a big deal.

Instead of an open road ahead, I now see sobriety as a giant flywheel.

Much like building a business - it isn't full speed ahead, it's an inch by inch thing. Movement is achieved at first by your shoulder to the wheel.
There are no short cuts, just a daily consistent effort, until that flywheel gathers speed......and eventually is spinning happily with just the occasional touch of a finger.

To quote Sober Mummy " You can't go round it, you can't go over it, you just have to go through it"

Otherwise the Universe smacks you on the head with a giant anvil, and all that is left is a Wine Bitch shaped hole.

And no one wants that.

xx.