A Day in the Life of a Neurospicy Solopreneur (Or: How I Got Distracted 47 Times Before Noon)

Let me set the scene:
It’s Monday. The planner is pristine. The to-do list is ambitious. The vibes are immaculate.
I am ready to crush the week like it owes me money.
But then… I remember I left the laundry in the washer… on Thursday.

Welcome to a day in the life of me—Nicko: solopreneur, neurospicy creative tornado, and CEO of getting things done eventually.

8:00 AM – The Grand Illusion

Coffee in hand. Lo-fi beats playing. I light a candle like I’m summoning productivity from the underworld.
I stare at my Trello board and whisper, “Today, we focus.”

8:13 AM – Chaos Initiated

Suddenly decide the most urgent task is…reorganizing my entire desktop.
By 8:27, I’ve made four new folders titled “DO THIS,” “Important,” “Maybe Later,” and “What Is This Even.”
I do not open a single file.

9:00 AM – Time Block? Never Heard of Her.

I block time for client work.
Instead, I create a mood board for a future merch drop I haven’t started and deep dive into fonts I’ll never use.
Call it creative foreplay.

10:00 AM – The ADHD Snack Spiral

I walk to the kitchen for a snack. End up wiping down the counters, reorganizing the spice cabinet, and wondering how paprika became a thing.
Back at my desk with cold coffee, no snack, and 17 open tabs.

11:15 AM – Actual Work Happens

It’s ugly at first, but the magic kicks in.
This is the part where my brain finally lets me enter the zone.
I design something brilliant, write something bold, and for 47 minutes, I forget I’m a hot mess.

12:00 PM – The Existential Lunch

Lunch is me staring out the window like I’m in a dramatic indie film.
Do I eat? Do I doomscroll?
I settle for heating up something frozen and watching someone on TikTok organize their fridge with god-tier precision.

1:00 PM – Afternoon Funk™

My brain decides to quit.
No warning. Just shuts the creativity gates like, “You’ve reached your limit. Try again tomorrow.”

2:30 PM – Panic & Hyperfocus

Realize I forgot a deadline.
Go full gremlin mode and work like my life depends on it.
Shockingly? It slaps.

5:00 PM – Reflect & Regret

I look back on the day like,
“Wow, I did so much...of everything except what I planned.”

In Conclusion...

Being a neurospicy solopreneur is like juggling flaming swords while riding a unicycle on a trampoline…blindfolded.
But somehow, I keep landing on my feet.
(Usually while holding a drink I forgot I made earlier.)

If your brain is also a chaotic pinball machine, just know:
You’re not alone.
You’re not broken.
You’re just spicy as hell.

P.S.
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