I'm adjusting to this whole "no schedule" thing. It's great because I can go to workout classes when I want, run errands at off-peak hours, and go running when the weather is perfect, but I don't have a cutoff time. No whistle blows, no sliding down the dinosaur tail.
If I *feel* like I didn't get enough done in a day I have a vague uneasy feeling that prevents me from enjoying the evening. I've also been working on weekends. I read about this when I was researching freelancing, but I didn't really understand it until now. Still - if I have to choose, I choose flex hours. For me, there are many more pros than cons. It just takes a little getting used to. If I don't have anything major planned for the weekend, why not get some work done?
I've been revising my personal freelance flyer so I can try to drum up some local business. I did some web research looking at other people's taglines. Here are my favourites:
"We work good for small sums of money"
"Creative, talented writer needs work"
The second one applies to me, but I don't think I'll use it.
Sugar update: had some yogurt and some lemonade today, but the crazed non-stop ice cream cravings are gone, so I'm calling the detox a success. I am not worried about trace amounts in ketchup, pasta sauce etc. Ice cream and cookies were causing me much more trouble!
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Thank god you published something today! I added you to my daily list and I've been avoiding tasks like mad at work. Therefore I've been clicking obsessively on all my fav blogs trolling for new posts.
Good going on the sugar. I fell off that wagon while sick and have been delaying the inevitable pangs of detox.
I fully intend to go out on my own in a few years, but the set my own schedule thing scares me more than getting appropriate yet affordable insurance. I'll be watching you for tips.
My faithful fan! I don't even think my mom is reading this :(
The freelance thing wouldn't be doable at all if Linda and Scott weren't being so generous. I still can't believe how lucky I am. I *heart* my basement room.
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