I have started a new writing contract, and this one requires me to make some adjustments.
My home is my usual base of operations. I wear comfy clothes, I take frequent breaks, and when I read my writing out loud to myself no one around me questions my sanity.
But for this contract, I need to put on nice clothes, walk to a bus stop early in the morning, and commute to downtown Ottawa. I don’t have access to my email at my office, so I feel untethered. It makes it more difficult to do things I love to do but don’t get paid for, like this blog.
Shock. To. My. System.
I know, I know—what’s the big deal, right? People do this every day. True, and I’m making the adjustment.
And I look for things to appreciate. The work is interesting, my boss is fantastic, and my co-workers are positive and supportive. The experience allows me to build my writing skills in a lucrative area. I learn to juggle domestic duties more effectively.
Best of all, I don’t have a work life like the one described by a woman on the bus. (Yes, I was eavesdropping.) She said:
“I break my day up because it’s the only way I can deal with it:
8:30 to 12:00 is work;
12:00 to 1:00 is waiting for lunch;
1:00 to 1:30 is lunch;
1:30 to 3:30 is work;
3:30 to 4:30 is waiting to go home;
4:30 is home.”
I’ll adjust, and I’ll appreciate. And I’ll try not to let the blog slip . . .