Monday, 24 July 2017

Mind Your Own Business





Trip 12: Perth to Ravensthorpe
Purpose: Targetted flora and fauna survey
Total Distance Traveled: 882 km
Distance Traveled Year to Date:  42, 329 km



My business is really none of your business unless I choose to make it so. Similarly, my business is not of any interest to you unless you make it so. So if you are not interested in hearing about my business then I suggest you mind your own business until this business has been resolved. 

I am pretty comfortable with how I go about my business. It comes completely natural to me. I have no reservations about it what so ever and I can, pretty much, do my business anywhere. I am generally most productive in business about mid-morning and I am particularly productive after I have exercised the night before. They say exercise is good for the mind as well as the body but I think the body definitely benefits more so than the mind. Whatever the case, there is a correlation between how well I apply myself to one and how productive I am with the other. 

I think to do really good business you have to get creative and you really need to seize the opportunities that will produce the most enjoyable outcome. You must enjoy the products of your labour because, sure as eggs, nobody else will and, most certainly, no one else wants to hear about it. 

But doing your business without due care and consideration about the receiving environment is almost always going to result in you getting stung. You have to; no, you must be aware of your surroundings at all times: you must be aware of what is going on. When you are too keen you can overlook the most fundamental threats that lie less than an arm’s length away. You can get so preoccupied with delivering the right outcome that you completely forget about what is happening in the ‘here and now’. I know that I get so very excited sometimes that I completely lose consideration of the potential deleterious outcomes of my actions. And, believe me, I have been stung: most recently it was in the Kwongan heath down towards Hopetoun. 

Its flowering season and the bees are rife. Normally, one would need to antagonise individuals around a hive to elicit a defensive reactions such as the one I experienced. Stung square on the nose when I was at my most vulnerable: crouched awkwardly with my pants around my ankles.
 

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