• Charlotte Alford

Day 9: How much coffee is too much coffee?

Updated: Jul 23

“I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.”  Oscar Wilde, The Happy Prince and Other Stories



I have drank so much coffee. Arguably too much coffee. I think my heart might stop at any moment. At one point, I had so much energy that I just started running around the wee indoor garden area. Some toddler thought it was a game and started joining in. His mother was very grateful. I might not have a presentation, but I am now the proud owner of a thriving day care service.

Despite the coffee jitters, I am surprisingly calm. I shouldn't be, I have a 32 item todo list. But you know what? I fucking love a todo list. This is when I thrive.

Cute stationary? Check. Everything systematically listed out? Check. Badass pen at the ready, waiting to satisfyingly tick things off said list? Check. Nothing can go wrong now. I am invincible.

Apart from the minor fact that my Mac keeps crashing.

By lunch, I had sent myself 17 emails with presentation updates, just incase my Mac gave up for once and for all. All of which were pointless since I ended up scrapping my presentation and restarting after a talk from Camilla Yates, Planning Director from ELVIS. What a lovely person she is. Her talk was so insightful and helpful. So much so that it helped me realise that my current presentation was terrible and it was unfixable. So I poured myself one more coffee for good luck and got started. Again.