13 bamboo spoons. That’s where I am. The trick is frequency. Working those muscles regularly. But enough jaw related content. However, I am feeling much better after the operation. I’m a new man. They should make me live again.

It’s been a week of getting life admin in order. Plus work and plotting and scheming. Nothing like being a person who plans, and plans and plans. You can’t put it off, life admin that is. You really can’t. Without wanting to be morbid, you really need to get that will, power of attorney and all associated paperwork in place. Because if you’re dead, you can’t. Spare those left behind the arduous task of trying to unpick the labyrinthian finances you carefully crafted, but forgot to explain it to anyone. This is fuelled partly by my visit to hospital. Not that I was in any serious danger, but you never know what can happen. I have the infamous black folder that lurks in a room, that my executor is aware of. When my number is up, within the black folder is my will, and my financials, life insurance etc etc etc and everything becomes straight forward so those left behind can get on with the more important task of crying really hard at my passing. Very hard crying. Rosey-red, tear stained cheeks. I want to be lounging in the afterlife listening to the sniffles and choked tears of those missing me. Just kidding. Apart from the sorting of life admin. That is some important shiznit right there.

This leads onto something that annoyed me recently. I’m mentioning it so I get it out of my head. Hopefully. Someone recommended a book, “Who Will Cry When You Die : Life Lessons From the Monk Who Sold His Ferrari” by Robin Sharma. The Monk who Sold his Ferrari book is a well known book from the self help sector. Now, why this bugged me is as follows. Firstly, just getting out of hospital after an op is not when I want to be recommended books about death. Bad form. Secondly, I question going through life with the intent of curating a collection of people for my funeral with the hope they’ll be crying for my immortal soul. When I’m gone, I’m gone. Raise a glass to me when/if you remember to and get on with your life. It’s all way to short to be wasted on the dead. I am fine by the way, this morbid line of discussion is not pointing to anything in particular.

The Great De-cluttering continues apace. Just when I thought I had de-cluttered to the point where I could de-clutter no more, I found more that I could de-clutter. I once again targeted the local phone box now masquerading as a library. Many books deposited to educate anyone with a passing fancy. The fact is, I deposited so many books, there is now a mound of books around 3 feet high. Information wants to be free. As well as other ephemera from my life, now re-homed, it goes to show how little you really need. As the adage goes, you don’t own your possessions, they own you. I was re-reading “Book” by the Beastie Boys, and there is a great picture of the sadly departed Adam Yauch, sat in his one room apartment. This was during the height of their fame, he had money, but he lived a very creative but possessions free lifestyle. A room, with a bed, kitchenette, a land-line, some clothes and that was it. Yauch was well on his Buddhist path at that point, so maybe that influenced the stuff-free lifestyle. But do have a clear out (frequently). It’ll cut down on the dusting if nothing else…

Oh, and remember to shred regularly. Never let that build up. Shred and floss regularly. You can thank me later.

So, what’s on the horizon. Well… updating the various platforms that I inhabit is a regular event. I need to finish the two digital marketing books I am working on, plus I’m scheduling some posts about digital nomadism. When I mean digital nomad, I am not talking about that faux-influencer-I’m-working-in-Spain nonsense, I’m talking about all those remote workers who inhabit coffee shops, cars, foreign climes, their Mum’s back-bedrooms… they’re all avoiding the office and all power to them. I’ll hopefully be giving you some ideas for tools and strategies. I’m no productivity guru, but I am an expert in procrastination. I put the ‘Pro’ into procrastination. So I know what works and what doesn’t. These will be posted every Monday morning, just to remind you why you hate work. Stop by, I’d love to see you.