I am at a coffee shop trying to sort out my thoughts as I type. Basically, I’ve been experimenting on how to take a day off.

Most of the time I just try to straighten up my; domestic life: pay bills, clean house, do laundry. Doing these unexciting things in life that keep you humble. Once that’s done, I look around for another mission to conquer before the day ends.; I am on my third day of this long weekend, and I haven’t accomplished anything.

I’ve slept in till at least ten for three days now. Normally I would be disgusted to associate myself with late-sleepers. I have a life unlike hung-over frat boys, lazy high schoolers, and Waffle House cooks. So it is with great embarrassment that I confess how late I’ve slept. Today, I slept in till eleven! Why? Because I need it.

I have traveled almost every weekend for the past three months. That’s over 30,000 miles to gives talks to 10,000 people. It’s so demanding! Once my plane lands back here in Phoenix, I go to the studio and get back to work. To use the familiar analogy, I’ve been burning the candle at both ends. My only goal is to relax.