The week starts of normally enough, you wake up with a massive case of Mondaytitis that no amounts of coffee will cure. You get into the Grind
Factory (aka the office), after sitting in the traffic for a whole hour. That’s ok, it builds character. So you say to yourself. The next 48 hours
go by like a blur, you are so depressed by the work week you simply can’t bear to give it much consciousness. Then came hump day.  You go into
sensory overload after being hit with waves of elation and dread only a marathon runner at half way point can understand.  No matter, pay day
tomorrow.  Things are looking up.  Friday afternoon finds you stumbling out of the conference room after a particularly gruelling catch up
with the boss. The whole office is busy planning BBQs and mini breaks and you are told the Mrs is on the phone. Great, you think to yourself. Not only
have you not gone to the dry cleaner like she told you to, you are about to break it to her that your tenant has just put a hole in the wall and you
are going to have to spend the whole weekend patching that up.  After being sufficiently guilt-tripped for not prioritising family time and having
children who barely remember what you look like, you put the phone down absolutely exhausted.  This is not how you envisioned your life would
turn out at all.  You are a goal setter, a go-getter, a thinker, an entrepreneur for Pete’s sake!  Being chained to this desk just isn’t
right.  When you started investing in properties you thought you would get out of the 9-5 shackles sooner but 10 years later you...