It’s the 9th of September and any minute now it will be the 29th of December.
This is the fastest time of the year and almost always the hardest.
January is the worst month but at least some flowers start to pop through the soil, and you can just about start to see the light drawing out at the end of the day.
This bit here is carnage. The fastest, the busiest, the craziest, the most intense and the most tiring time of the year.
Most of the times I’ve had a go at this I’ve sat berating myself on the 29th of December for how fat I am and how I’ve lost control of my life and how I have to get my shit together which I finally do around about March or April.
Not this time.
It used to be that I broke on ‘Campbell day’ at the end of October after trying to pretend that I was holding my shit together.
Not this time.
The things that have happened and the things that I’ve seen and the stuff that’s come my way over the past 2 or 3 years has meant that it’s different this time.
I’ll work hard, try to take all my responsibilities as seriously as I can but the most important responsibility this time is to me.
If I’m not here in January it will be worse for my business and worse for my family (at least for a while) so I will be and I’m going to be the best version of me that I can be and that will be better for all of those people and for me.
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