I’m feeling ill today. Nothing serious, just bleurgh – sore throat, hot eyes, tired head, all that jazz. So I decided I needed to take the day off. Not just “do less”, but actually, deliberately, not work.
When you work from home, this is surprisingly hard to do, because the whole home/work/life balance thing is in a constant state of jumble, so it’s never quite clear where one ends and the other begins.
Of course, if I was a ‘work from home’ architect, or IT whizz, or even someone marginally more organised than a seagull, I’d have my own office, and then I could just shut the door, sit in there, and do worky stuff 9-5 and it’d be easy (haha). But I’m much more vague than that, and I also have kids to get to and from school, and meals to cook, and shopping to do, and so on.
So anyway, today is my day off. No email checking, no to-do-list making, no worrying about deadlines, nada. And you know what? I’ve been more productive in the last three hours than I can usually achieve in a whole day!
I have (allow me some self-congratulation here) cleaned the kitchen, done all the washing up, planted some bulbs, repotted some cuttings (read: emptied all the pots of dead plants from the sunroom and replaced them with living ones – always better), made bread, carved up a roast chicken (into: bits for curry, bits for risotto, breasts for grilling, and soup), and put some rice pudding in the slow-cooker. And wrapped a birthday present. Yay me.
So, I’m going to take days off more often. Days off from worrying about all the things I haven’t done, days off from desperately trying to persuade more people to employ me for something, days off from fear.
Tomorrow I shall try and pull my working to-do list into something more sensible, but for the rest of today I’m just going to relax, and think creative thoughts. I’ll bet I get loads done this afternoon.