Best of intentions, worst of results

I came back from holiday with the best of intentions, I really did. I was determined to get the second quarter off to a promising start, hit the ground running and begin the next three-month cycle with unstoppable momentum. But nothing ever succeeds as planned and it is inestimably difficult to switch from reclining on a sunlounger under a palm tree with a piña colada to hand one day to squatting at the desk, sipping a styrofoam coffee the next.