i stink of smoke
For the last seven days, I’ve spent whatever free time I have burning branches, twigs, leaves, and practically anything else I find on the floor in my backyard.
Hurricane Milton plowed through our community, and we were fortunate to be spared from any serious damage.
Our property is covered in natural debris. The siding of my house has been somewhat ripped off, but that’s all cosmetic.
I can’t really complain.
Except I will complain because I’m an indoors kind of guy, and doing manual labor hurts my designer fingers.
Pity me.
But you gotta do what you gotta do.
Otherwise, your property is a disaster, your kids can’t play outside, and your wife keeps reminding you that everything is terrible.
I’m reminded of how, in solopreneurship, the buck stops with you.
If you don’t respond to emails, they pile up like twigs and branches in your backyard.
If you don’t send invoices to clients, then bills pile up like debris on your front porch.
Keep doing what you gotta do, even if it interrupts the thing you like to do the most.
But take a moment to enjoy the warm glow of your day.
There’s something satisfying about setting things on fire and watching the smoke billow into the sky.
Having an active fire pit has given us a reason to roast marshmallows on sticks this week.
An unexpected pleasure in the midst of all the chaos of cleaning up.
I wish the same for you.
Be brave. Stay silly. Keep fighting.
P.S. Enjoy the crackling of one of our burn piles: