Monthly Archives: January 2011

The story goes that wherever he performed, Elvis insisted that his dressing room was placed 1000 yards from the stage.  As he walked those 1000 steps to get to his arena, he would slowly focus his mind and get into the head space he needed to perform to his best abilities.

Do you have your own 1000 steps? A routine or system that helps you get your head into gear?

For me, it’s making a hot drink ((green tea at the moment as I’m desperately trying to cut down on my caffeine intake)) and walking up the stairs to my home office. As soon as I close the office door and place the hot drink on the mat on my desk, my brain is in work mode and I’m focused on my To Do list for the day or the week.

Routines and systems are brilliant productivity aids, especially for freelancers working from home. They keep you focused on the task(s) in hand and keeping you from becoming distracted.

If you want to do more, achieve more and make the most of your day, find your own 1000 steps to performing your best.

A friend of mine Tweeted this yesterday afternoon, managing to precisely pinpoint the best way of getting what you want from 2011:

“Ink your goals rather than just thinking them”

Tamsyn O’Connor ((script writer, associate producer and Love Like Hers‘ spectacular 1st AD))

Rather than making resolutions that we won’t stick to, it’s much better at this time of year to set yourself goals and targets for the 12-24 months ahead and review your old ones.

The best way to ensure that you finish up 2011 and head into 2012 the way you want to is to take ten minutes today to sit and write down exactly what you want to get done this year.

You can scribble it on a piece of paper and stick it to the fridge; pop it on a post-it on the side of your computer screen; even make it public by posting it on your blog or Facebook profile.

Whatever way you do, the simple fact of having your goals and dreams for the year written down in a concrete form will force you to focus on what you want to achieve, keeping you eye on the proverbial prize.

The more we focus on what we want–rather than what we don’t want–the more success and happiness will come our way.

Sadly, despite being up ’til past 2am two nights in a row, my body ((or brain, not sure which)) just isn’t in the mood for sleeping.

I’m an impatient slumberer and if I’m not asleep within about 30 minutes of turning the light out, it just makes me more restless. So, around 3am I get myself up again and head downstairs.

I move the laptop through to the dining room (I feel like working at a desk/table), brew myself a cup of green tea and get down to doing some work on a website I’m prepping at the moment for a new project that’s hopefully launching in the next few weeks. I realise there’s a lot more to be done than I thought and I hit up some WordPress forums for a bit of help with some coding.

After an hour-and-a-bit of that, my brain is a little too numb to focus on any one tsk any more, so I set about backing up all of the various blogs and websites I run ((mostly through the infinitely adaptable WordPress platform, which makes it incredibly easy to backup)), whilst reading some wisdom of Seth Godin, my new guru of choice, and catching up on some news websites I like to stay abreast of, like Mashable and Hollywood Wiretap, the latter of which is a little devoid of news due to the NY break, being trade-based.

I sort out a calendar-syncing issue K and my computers are having and eventually, around 6am, I’m finally too tired to think and I take myself to bed. I get upstairs to discover that K is also still awake, although she has a higher tolerance for just lying in bed when failing to sleep.

We both turn out lights out and try for some sleep, which eventually comes our way.

I wake around 11.30 and drag myself out of bed to eat something and knock back my a.m. dose of meds that are now a little late. I wolf down a bowl of cereal and the tabs, shoot-up a good dose of insulin ((it was a slightly naughty cereal)) and take myself back to bed for more rest.

I snooze lightly but happily for a couple of hours and eventually drag myself out of bed around 2pm, brewing myself a cuppa and hitting the sofa to chill out with some TV in the background while I surf the ‘net and investigate Squidoo, a rather neat-looking idea that is currently intriguing me.

K gets up and I make more tea and we sit and chat with the Strictly edition of Question of Sport on in the background. Tea down, I decide to get off my butt and go for a walk around the village, the old parental mantra of “a little fresh air does you good” ringing in my ears.

On my way round I stop at the Co-op and pick up some grub for dinner and some bits and pieces for lunch tomorrow when K’s girly mates (plus manly men, plus bambinas) are coming over for a post-Christmas catch-up.

I get home and K is busy cleaning, tidying and taking the decorations off the long-dead Christmas tree. I take the tree out, along with a few bags of rubbish and recycling for he outdoor bins, then sort dinner out with our revived George Foreman.

We eat, clear up the hit the sofa to watch ERIC AND ERNIE on Sky+. BBC drama is usually good quality, but even by their standards, this was a doozy of a drama, both of us really liking it.

After the film I go for a bath to chill myself out before sleep ((in the vain hope it might help tonight)) then come back downstairs to grab my evening meds and update the blog while K switches places with me in the tub before we both sack out for sleep.

New Year started, as most do, at midnight. K & I were down at the Black Bottom Club in Northampton for the second year running. This year was a little different, with a rocking indie band as opposed to the more chilled jazz band of last year. Different, but not worse.

After seeing in 2011 we eventually rolled back home after a detour to drop S&G off at theirs around 2.30am. I drove, which meant sobriety for me, but K was not so hampered by the restrictions of driving laws and just about managed the stairs to bed before crashing out.

Being in bed after 3am, I was pretty disappointed that my body decided to wake me at 10am. Granted, 10am is a pretty good lie in for me, but I felt like I could do with at least a couple more hours.

I get up, grab some brekkie and make some tea and sack out on the movie room sofa to explore the 007 game K picked up for me this week to go with the free PS3 she got on her new phone contract just before Christmas. I get one stage in (the pre-credit sequence) before her ladyship awakes and comes to join me.

I shut the PS3 off and come downstairs, making us both tea. We opt for a movie and flick through the Sky planner, eventually settling on SAVE THE TIGER, a Jack Lemmon flick from the 70’s that neither of us have seen or heard of. Turns out to be pretty good, but halfway through K’s not liking it and heads off to catch some more Zzz’s. I finish the flick while updating the blog and being sure to pimp it on Twitter before shutting down to head up for some kip myself.

I realise as I’m getting upstairs that I’m not actually tired enough to sleep, so I wonder what to do with myself. I to-and-fro up and down the stairs, make some coffee and a cuppa for the not-sleeping-either K and leave her to try out her new Mario 25th Anniversary edition game on the Wii.  I head upstairs to the movie room and throw on WAR OF THE WORLDS as background while I do some stuff online.

No sooner is it on, however, than I change my mind and decide it’s about time I sort the DVD collection out. It’s been randomly thrown on shelves since we moved in August and it drives me nuts having to hunt out the film I want to watch when I used to be able to grab it from my stack without a bother in the flat.

I empty the shelves and discover I’ve got enough DVDs to entirely cover the floor and I set about constructing a heavily-geeked up system of storage, based on genre, director and other random categories.

Around 4,30 I finish up the sort, although still with minor adjustments to be made, and jump into the shower before we head over to my ‘rents for a New Year’s dinner of roast lamb with all the trimmings. Awesome meal down, we chill with the ‘rents and play some Bananagrams ((an awesome game that both Mum and I bought for presents this Christmas, based on our deep love of playing a friend’s version)) before heading back to ours and getting in just after 9.

K retreats to bed, nursing a delayed hangover and over-eating-itis ((a sad curse of my Mum’s extraordinary cooking)), while I jump on the corner sofa downstairs, legs up, old episodes of ED from Sky+ playing the background while I download the NYE pics and write this, the very first ‘new’ post on the combined archive blog.

I note my paunch staring at me as a look down on the laptop screen and realise just how important my fitness goals for this year are. The belly will be banished.

Despite aiming for a 2 ep max, I end up on the sofa until nearly 1.30am at which point, 5 eps in to a mini-ED-a-thon, I close up shop and head upstairs.

Some of you may know ((and some of you may not)) that before olilewington.co.uk came SmileThroughIt.com, a blog that charted the progress of my life in the uncertain times leading up to my life-saving double-lung transplant in 2007.

The old blog was hosted over at WordPress.com (http://smilethroughit.wordpress.com) and served as a way for me to keep a little perspective on the things going on in my life.

Long story short, I’ve migrated all of the old SmileThroughIt archives onto the olilewington.co.uk servers so I have an easy-access archive of my entire blogging life. You can check out the old blog’s archives ((and the latest daily updates, starting this week)) right here.

I’ve just re-read my very first post on the blog and it makes for insightful–if scary–reading. Baring in mind the fact that we all know it ended happily, it’s odd to look back and see just what kind of head space I was in at the time.

Browse and enjoy at your leisure ((or don’t – it’s more an archive for me anyway!)). The updates on my professional and creative life will continue on this site, business as usual, so you can readily ignore everything on the other page if you so wish.

Happy New Year, one and all – here’s to a happy, healthy and prosperous 2011.

Today marks the first day of my return to day-to-day life blogging. Back when I was ill and immediately after my transplant, I spent about 2 years documenting almost every day of my life ((The archive for this blog, as you will see, has been migrated onto this one, so the entirety of my blogging life is collected in one place)) . Back then the intention was to give me something to focus on beyond the long wait for transplant, or for what would happen if I didn’t get one in time.

I’ve lapsed off the personal blogging over the last 12 months, but have decided to return to it as I’ve slowly felt myself losing that little bit of perspective that the blog gave me on my life and how things were going.

I also hope by writing a daily journal on my activities, it may spur me to be even more dedicated to getting work done and achieving my goals, rather than losing myself in Facebook and Twitter when I’m supposed to be being productive.

Here’s a new year, a new chapter and a hugely successful 2011.

PS – I don’t actually expect anyone to find this site either interesting or of use, but I felt I needed to write a little intro post on here to explain why this blog’s so dull. The real action is over at olilewington.co.uk