How do you do it?
How do you go to work, every day, 9-5, 10-6, 8-8? Do you work eight hours? Do you work twelve? Do you work in an office? Behind a desk? With different variations of the same things happening each and every day?
I had grown accustomed to the freelance life of long hours, weird locations, and different teams of people, featuring very little repetition. You are always working and I do mean ALWAYS, but you aren't always working also. My traditionalist 'normal' job parent's still can't fathom being a freelancer and now I think I understand why. You forget! Like a mother forgetting the pains of childbirth, I had forgotten the 'pains' of the 9-5 before I went back to work and now, as I am entering my sixth month (WOAH) of normal employment I am forgetting the 'pains' of being freelance...
Up until today I hadn't really given it much thought. I clock in, I do my job, I clock out. I have healthcare and all that comes with it. But you guys... do you realize what you can do with eight and a half hours of your life!?
I woke up, ate breakfast, went on a copiously long walk, talked to my parents and a dear friend, went grocery shopping, ate lunch, read, prepped food for the week, took a 'nap', showered, AND did some research online- all in the same amount of time that I stand behind a desk each day.
My question is becoming this- is this the best use of my time? If it isn't, what is?
Obviously I need to work. Money is nice and having insurance is pretty damn great. But I can't shake this feeling.
I had a session with a business coach a while back and he challenged me to think about the things that I am uniquely good at and how I can use them to serve the world in a positive way (and, of course, get paid for it). This challenge made my brain run in circles for a week (ok... it's still running but it has slowed down a bit). He set the percolator on the stove and now things are beginning to brew.
Obviously it is too early to expose these fledgling ideas to the world at large. However, one thing I do know is that I miss this. I miss writing all the goings on in my brain. And so, for now, I will tell you that I have committed to coming back here, at least once a week, to write you a note of the goings on in my head, my heart, my stomach (recipes any one?) and my soul.
That being said, what would you like to know? What do you want to read? Hear about? Feel? etc.
Sending you love from the South.