This happened last week…
37.3°C/99.14°F
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37.7°C/99.86°F
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38.3°C/100.94°F
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38.8°C/101.84°F
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39.1°C/102.38°F
*sigh*
“Tracy, I’m officially having a fever,” I announced the bad news while shivering with the chills.
“You’ve been getting sick more often lately,” Tracy frowned.
“Well, you know who to blame,” I shrugged and side-eyed the little one who had been rolling around in his bed, refusing to sleep for the last 2 hours.
I popped an antipyretic and strolled off to bed.
(House Rule: you’re off the “putting the demon to bed” hook if you’re sick)
6 hours later.
I snapped open my eyes.
Something wasn’t right.
I glanced at the clock.
4 a.m.
I peek at the air conditioner.
25.4°C/77.72°F
Not broken.
But why did I feel so… hot?
Then, I remembered!
I was having a fever when I went to bed.
“That’s weird. It’s usually gone when I wake up,” I murmured, dragging myself to the kitchen to pop a second pill.
I flopped back to bed, thinking this was the end of it.
…
..
.
3 days later.
I was sitting in the hospital ER because I was STILL burning at over 39°C/102.2°F.
The doctor took one look at my face, realized I’ve been coughing on and off for two months, and immediately ordered:
~ A X-ray
~ A blood sample
~ A urinalysis
~ A rapid flu test
And laid me down on a bed with an IV injection to bring my temperature down asap.
…
..
.
2 hours later.
The report came out.
“Flu is negative. The majority looks fine. The white blood cell count is slightly elevated, but there is no sign of pneumonia. I think it’s…” the doctor looked a bit puzzled.
“…a mild bronchitis?”
He looked puzzled because you rarely burn this high… for this long… with such a mild bronchitis.
(I know it’s mild because even though the doctor asked if I wanted to stay at the hospital for 3 days… but when I asked him privately, he said, “If I were you, I probably wouldn’t bother to stay hospitalized.”)
(btw – I’m fine now)
The reason I’m sharing this story with you is because…
I remember during those 3 days of fever, I couldn’t do much.
I was experiencing a cycle of shivering, burning, and sweating—every 6 hours.
It was painful.
And it was hard to concentrate on any work.
So… I asked myself:
“What is ONE thing I can do… and be done for the day… while being proud I’m growing my business?”
This mentality is critical.
It forced me to deduct.
I have to do less.
I have to prioritize.
When you have no other choice…
You realize how many “tasks” you’re juggling every day are just non-essentials that do not move you closer to your goals.
So, let me give you a challenge:
Ask yourself.
If you can only do ONE thing each day to grow your business… what is the highest leverage?
Now…
Go do that already.
Everything else can wait.
Talk soon,
– WYH