Well, I did it! I made it through a year of working as a freelancer. A year of working from home. A year of setting my own hours. And I am happy to report that I am still very happy with how it’s going. A lot of my day-to-day has changed since I first started doing this (and started this blog) a year ago, and while some of those changes have been overwhelming they have mostly been exciting.
First off, I admit that I have never been much of a procrastinator. I never pulled an all-nighter in the library during college to finish a paper due at 9am the next day. I like to think I’m a pretty efficient worker. Even so, when I worked in an office, I developed a routine of work avoidance—things I would do, sites I would go to in order to procrastinate. However, in the months I’ve been working from home, I’ve noticed that I no longer do this. And I think I know why. Continue reading
It’s 4:00pm on a weekday and I’ve hit a wall with my work. I want to take a break, but with what? Should I watch a DVR-ed episode of one of my shows? Should I pick up the memoir I’m reading? Should I read an article in one of the magazines filling up my shelf? Should I listen to a podcast? Should I work on one of the writing projects I’m not (yet) getting paid for? Should I just turn the TV to a random channel and scroll through Instagram on my phone? I know this may seem like a silly conundrum to some, but it is one I deal with frequently, and I often find myself ultimately unhappy with the decision I make. Continue reading
I’ve always wished I was a morning person—having more awake, alert hours in the day would mean I’d have more time to accomplish things I need to accomplish and enjoy the things I enjoy. By morning person, I mean someone who can set an alarm for any time, no matter how early, and when it goes off be completely awake and ready to start the day. Jeff is like that, and I don’t understand it—if we’re getting up early on a Saturday to go on a hike or go snowboarding, he’s usually out of bed and dressed before I’ve finished rubbing my eyes. But lately, I’ve started to realize that this may not be the definition of a morning person, and that, gasp, I may finally be turning into one!