5 meetings – 4 physical, 1 virtual.
My list of to-dos just keep getting heftier and heftier. And now it’s fighting sleepless nights worrying about next year’s financial projections and the economic situation out there. The stress is simply overwhelming and this is a real gross understatement.
And the need to prepare a kick-ass infallible proposal to present this Saturday to Pixie and team to pitch for Year 2026. For Saizen, a growth hormone which is a medical area that I totally have little clue on, apart from the random talks by Prof Yazid that I attend also out of chance.
In these really extreme gruelling moments, I do feel the regret of not continuing my career in the legal profession. After all, I can present a case, argue my stand, rationalise, am quick on my feet – and I don’t have to worry about sustaining a business overhead of 7-figure, fighting for new clients, managing minions – clients just come to me.
If not for insurance, the money made – is it enough to pay hospital bills in the end?
Dear Father God,
Please help me put up a good show this Saturday as it is a make or break for me and the company. I pray and place what I cannot control in Your good hands and that everything goes on as smooth as reasonably possible. In Your name I pray.
Amen.