Remember how the M*A*S*H episodes started? Helicopters heard coming in the distance. Somebody yelled ‘Incoming”. And the crazed, frenetic pace ensued.
Incoming! Faxes, contracts, FedEx’s, a weekly carton of mail sometimes the size of a suitcase or two. Endless stream of requests for this or that, from my C.P.A.’s, other financial folks, clients. Back-and-forth fighting with the Coalition Of The Ignorant, Incompetent And Unwilling vendors. As fast as I bail, more pours in. I am like a Gumby, being pulled and stretched in ten different directions. Outside my door, a pack of hungry “wolves” all wailing for attention. Paper’s out of control – the piles from the tables have birthed piles on the floor, piles up the steps, on each step. Aaaargh.
No, that’s not just YOU. That’s me. And every other entrepreneur actually attempting to get things done, to build empires, to achieve more. You are not alone. Nor are you horribly disorganized or out of control or inept. This is the way it REALLY is around MOST places where big things are being made to happen at a rapid pace.
And every so often, one of those days occurs where no headway is made at all. But every so often, one of those days occurs where everything aligns perfectly and mountains are moved and money pours in and work rolls out and people are orgasmically happy. In between, most days are mixed bags of accomplishment and frustration, progress and regression, pleasant and unpleasant surprises, profitable advancements and costly mistakes, ingenious creativity and bad decisions. This is how Success is manufactured: in a very, very messy kitchen, with overflowing pots, spilled bottles, spaghetti sauce on the ceiling. This is how Progress is forced into being by the determined warrior-entrepreneur: with wounded on the battlefield, blood on the floor. Anyone who thinks otherwise is naïve or a drone making minor money and minor accomplishments in a minor league.
Don’t feel badly about the mess or guilty about making it.
Neatness is vastly over-rated. And there is a gigantic difference between “neatness” and “organization”. Someone can have everything neat as a dollhouse in a glass display case but be completely disorganized – as in, going nowhere. Someone else can be as messy as Pigpen in a hurricane dancing with the Tazmanian devil, but be very organized – as in, moving measurably forward toward worthy goals, day by day. Besides, the neat freaks are forever derived of the sheer, unadulterated, passionate joy of finding a lost file.