Ramblings and Venting... Thursday, June 13

Five clients back to back, with three of them being my long term clients that I personally travel to their condos to train one-to-one.  

On Tuesdays and Thursdays I have two clients at the clubhouse but three outside of it.  One of them I've been training for almost a year now.  I met her on my birthday actually, after dinner when we all went to a speak-easy bar for a drink.  I was introduced to her as I was leaving the bar.  Introduced to her by a boxing buddy who had come out for my birthday and who recognized her as we were leaving.  A week or two later I started training her.  Since then, she's become one of my biggest supporters and source of info to bounce ideas off of.  Her daughter has also become my assistant for when I head out to the Center of Hope to coach the Lil' Sistas and I've started coaching two of her close gal pals. 

Today was a busy day. 

Between coaching all my clients, traveling here and there for them, and then trying to bounce back from the craziness of yesterday, I was exhausted by the time 7pm came around.

8pm, rugby with Lady Mavericks out at McKinley Hill.

I got home around 10:40pm from rugby.

I have to be up at 6am.

I'm now officially in zombie mode.  I think I've been there this whole past week.

I know I'm really riding my energy thin and burning the candle at both ends.

I really need an assistant, if not to help me out with all that I'm juggling but to help keep me focused and give me some sanity.  I'm juggling a lot.  It's not too much but it is much.  But it's not nearly as much as I want to put into action with Empowered.  

Everyone is asking for my clothing line, for Hustle X Heart.  I've yet to launch that.  It's yet another project I want to get on the go but it's yet another thing that has fallen short of being a priority.  Right now my priority is covering the costs of my renovations and my equipment.  Some of my newly bought equipment needs replacing.  Promises made were promises broken -- the equipment isn't up to par with what it should be, would be and could be, and guess who has the price tag to pick up for these companies failing to be up to par with their advertisements.  Ya, you guessed it right. Me.  

Urghhhh... this time next year everything will be different though.  This too shall past.