I gotta admit, sending Darrell off to work this morning knowing I wouldn’t be following was a little weird.
OK a lot weird.
OK I felt completely out of place.
I promised myself I’d hit the ground running today, but the question quickly became one of priorities. I’m at home, so the house should be clean; I’m looking for freelance work, so it’s less important to do laundry; I’m not working, so I should be applying for jobs. It’s a crazy conundrum made no less confusing by the fact that my dogs really, really want my attention when I’m home.
So I felt off, like I was stuck somewhere between vacation, unemployment and housewife. I can’t say I’m surprised, but I can say it’s clear it will take a lot more discipline than I had today to make every week as productive as if I were actually reporting to a desk every day.
Today was officially my first non-Monday, and as confusing as it was, I’m so glad to have had it. Now, every day is just another day, and as I continue to work through what it means to be a full-time freelancer (sounds contradictory, doesn’t it?), I’m sure I’ll figure it all out.
Tuesdays are never this dramatic.