This past week was supposed to mean business. Jaspar was back in town, we finally had two compelling business ideas and office space downtown. Imagine the limitless creativity and efficiency this set up could foster. We were going to do comprehensive research on both ideas. We were going to begin to build out business plans and projections for each. We were going to meet with potential partners, haggle over percentages and prices, and plot our escape from post-college lethargy in Los Angeles.
Instead, we did two a days at the Athletic Club, a morning session for a work out and a steam, and an afternoon session for hors d’oeuvres and a Euro Cup match. In our four-hour stints at the office we socialized, on Facebook, AIM and on the phone, planning get togethers, dinners, and themed parties for Jaspar’s parentless house.
I was supposed to be in a foreign country running a business by now. Clearly things have taken longer than expected. Long delays are something I have grown to expect. So I’m not bothered by what I have yet to accomplish, but rather what I fail to accomplish on a day-to-day basis. Each day an opportunity for growth, adventure and success is squandered by fear, distraction and laziness.
What’s worst is that going to the office provides a cover for incompetence. Coming home after each ineffectual day I felt much better than I would have if I had simply sat around my house, gone for a work out locally and called up some friends. Being able to say, “I spent the day at the office,” somehow made me feel accomplished even though this couldn’t have been further from the truth.