08/05/2026
After I've fried and resoldered together about 50,000 brain synapses, made coffee three different times... and been sitting here at my desk on and off since 2 pm yesterday...
The 30-day outline of our course is finished, plus a 30-day expansion packet that further delves into each days' lesson.
Now I have to edit 490 pages of raw material that's in the main course, and 610 pages of raw material for the expansions of the 30-day course.
Yes, you saw that right, I've compiled and drafted out 1,100 pages of data. I plan to have it all polished and published on its sale platform by this weekend.
Before anyone starts scoffing and sneering about how that is impossible unless I used AI, yes, I lightly use ChatGPT fairly often, to help me draft up and create some content. I am legitimately disabled with an incurable autoimmune and bone condition; I require assistance and tools to help do my jobs and run two businesses.
I have days, sometimes up to a week, where I actually can't physically sit here and work on anything, because I am laid up in bed, fighting a raging flareup of this godforsaken incurable illness that I would not wish on my most hated enemy.
Just this past week, I laid under the heated blanket, and sucked down herb tea and Tylenol, and slept on and off for 4 straight days, and mentally kicked myself because I was too miserable to even sit here and post anything on either one of my business pages, let alone crank out the course I had planned.
I resolved that the minute I was back up and functioning, this course would be done, come hades or high water. How long my period of "good days" will last so I can hurry and get as much done as possible, isn't guaranteed. So, I capitalize on every second I can, to work as much as possible when I do have good days.
This finicky and easily triggered illness often strikes me asunder at the most inopportune and inconvenient times, and it appears that extended periods of physical activities, and also prolonged stress often sets it off, and then I am struck down like a felled tree.
To someone like me that has a deep and indomitable work ethic, and a stout sense of pride and ambition about my ability to accomplish things, that is often a source of intense internal monologue with myself, about the fact I am forced to stay in bed with this illness that I bitterly abhor with an intense passion.
This last bout was partially caused from me being under the exceptional stress and pressure, of trying to get a very important financial endeavor settled. I've been hassling with people over this for over a month now. If I look close enough, I might actually see a couple of greys in my hairline at this point, because they surely are trying to give them to me.
I can feel fine the day before, be working, happy, productive, having fun, in my zone, getting errands done, etc. and then a fever, burning and shooting whole body pains, exhaustion, and brain fog hits me like a semi-truck, and back to bed I unwillingly go, until the flare decides to pass.
I might feel great and, get this course done by the weekend, and then spend three days in agony after that. Or alternately, I will be perfectly fine and in the green for the next month. There is no predictability on how and when it comes and goes, and for how long it stays when it decides to be a bane to my existence.
The entire rest of the developed world now incorporates AI to get work done faster and more efficiently, and to people like me, it actually helps me keep my ability to still be working at all.
The handful of people that might harbor a vendetta towards AI, are just going to have to be upset about it and be done. If it appeases the critics, I did type this post myself by hand freestyle, and without any AI involved.
Roughly 80% of the rest of my work is also my own wording and created by my own hand. When I do actually use ChatGPT, I do find it somewhat unnerving in a way, how it often near mirrors me, in how I would actually word something myself. I'd like to be assured that a screen cannot actually read minds, and cannot conjure the very same thoughts or ideas from my own brain in such a way as to be exceptionally eerie in its presentation, but what do I know?
Either way, I personally consider tools like ChatGPT and others to be an absolute Godsend towards maintaining my ability to still work productively and to help keep the pace going that I sometimes cannot maintain or complete on my own steam.
Before I became further disabled and when there was not any such thing as AI tools, I could sit here and manually type out, edit, and finish the same exact 1,100 pages on Docs or Word, on my own steam in a couple weeks' time. Now, that sort of work is dependent on whether the ever-present lurking specter of my conditions decides to behave itself or not.
So yes, to me AI tools are a miracle and a lifesaver when it comes to me being able to still work and produce the things I have a passion for, and I now get the same amount of work done in record time, and produce content that is exceptionally more polished, professional, and efficient.
Anyhow, I plan to have the whole course finished in its entirety by the weekend, and set up on its payment platform by Sunday, Higher Powers willing and the creek don't rise.
