When I started working from home, going from a full-time job to a part-time job plus freelancing, I experienced a paradigm shift. Life went from 45 to 33 (that’s a vinyl reference, kids), and I found my own record skipping a bit until I adapted. Then things gradually sped up again…until last week. Now I’m thudding and skipping again, both feeling that I am wasting time and also feeling that time is dragging. I’m doing okay, but it’s going to take a little while for me to adjust to this new normal.
Free time in the mornings. Last Thursday we went to the splash park at 10 am. Know who’s there at 10 am? Hardly anybody. It was bloody fantastic.
I keep making promises to Ove that I can’t keep. Maybe this week?
I am still working on Wayward Pines. I haven’t decided how I feel about it yet. I almost wish it weren’t about…well, what it’s about. (Not wanting to spoiler it for anyone.) But I still can’t put it aside.
Kidz Bop. Lots and lots of Kidz Bop. It’s becoming less painful. Which I am taking to mean I’ve lost some precious brain cells.
I’m trying to patch together some freelancing. Yes, I know that if I exceed the amount unemployment pays me that they’ll stop paying me. But if I can gather together a handful of decent-paying gigs, I could perhaps make enough to live on – which is more than I can say for unemployment.
I am both anticipating and dreading Anya’s school days. I love the idea of school shopping, and sending her to school, and having her make new friends and learn new things. I am, however, also deeply in mourning; my baby girl is no longer a baby, and in less than a month will be somewhere else during the day. I’m not ready for that.
Making me happy:
Being able to turn off my alarm and go back to sleep in the morning.