It got me thinking about all the people searching for productivity secrets while they’re stuck at home, wanting desperately to emerge from this pandemic as perfect adonises who cook like Julia Childs.
When I decided to become a freelancer a couple years ago, I was definitely sold the dream. Work when you want, spend time with loved ones, pick your own rates, etc., etc. I still believe I made the right choice, but nestled in those dreams were some startling nightmares I didn’t prepare for.
The stress can be unreal.
If you’ve taken a moment to look around lately, you may have noticed that the world is becoming a giant dumpster fire.
Socially, politically, economically, environmentally, we’re living in troubled times.
And I feel like I keep looking over my shoulder waiting for the four horsemen of the apocalypse to ride past me.
It happens every year in December.
The world starts to slow down as people anticipate the well deserved break on the horizon. But once we ring in the new year, it’s time to get back to work. In theory.
When I was a kid, my material possessions brought me a lot of comfort. In fact, the closer I kept them, the better.
So, everything special to me got to live in my bed. Or, it lived on the floor right next to my bed, where I could easily reach it.
You want to do something, but you can’t bring yourself to face the frozen wind blowing tiny ninja stars into your eyes.
The day I’m writing this, I was up before the sun. WAY before. I jumped out of bed at 4:30 am, went for a run, and completed a strength training workout before walking the dog and starting my workday.
If you’ve followed this blog for any amount of time, you know that I have a tendency to make big, impulsive decisions without always stopping to think of the possible consequences. The benefit of this is that when I let my passion lead without pausing to let my fear stop me, more often than not, good things happen.
But it also means that when bad things happen, they can be disastrous.