Delegation... It's dee-licious!

For the first time in pretty much my entire twenty-something life, I have put a gag order on the control freak within and spread the love. The not so starving artist has realised that it's all well and good to be putting steaks in the fridge but if there is simply not a spare minute in the day to eat one's tender juicy fillet with an ice cold sauvignon blank, then, well, what's the point?

Which brings me to today's big news and the reason that I actually have a chunk of time to blog about it... This morning I let o of the reins (just a little... Baby steps...) and delegated. I have only just tasted the sweetness of knowing that, not only am I keeping my 'as fragile as a meringue from Tasha's' sanity, but the job is getting done.

Thanks to a dynamic, hungrier and dare I say it 'younger' version of myself my little business is working on two jobs at the same time. That cloning thing I've always joked about? Its kinda like that without all the messy ethical stuff that cloning raises for a Christian chick like myself. Any was, my point is this... When I delegate it's a win-win situation for all involved...

Happy client? Check. Happy new to the game freelancer? Check. Happy not so starving artist? Check. Check. Check. And a double- check for the fact that I ate lunch at lunchtime for the first time in two weeks (that homemade chicken salad was gooooood).

I can't help but blush Katy Perry pink with embarrassment when I realise how long it has taken me to start running my, er, business like a business. It's kinda like the first time I used the expensive shampoo and conditioner combo that you get from your hairdresser... One wash n rinse and I tossed out all the cheap stuff cluttering up my shower. I have tasted the deliciousness of delegating and am pleased to announce that the powers that be can remove me from the waiting list for a padded cell, at least for now.