Sometimes it happens—I have a workday or time slot with no work. Like now. It’s almost 3:00 p.m., one editing project is off with the author for her review, and a new project I’d expected by today isn’t coming now until end of day tomorrow. Unless one of my clients who sends “piece work” for me to edit suddenly pushes “send” my way, I am faced with choices. Besides flexibility, this is one of the best parts of being a freelancer, right?
For productive, business time, my choices include:
Updating my website
For productive, personal time, my choices include:
Shopping (which I mostly hate)
Trying on my spring/summer clothes (which I really hate)
Exercising (but isn’t it too late in the day now? isn’t it still kind of rainy outside?)
For not-so-productive time, my choices include:
Catching up on what’s on the DVR I like but my husband doesn’t
Catching up on social media because I've only looked at it, like, twice today
Catching up on reading (except reading is productive, but, hey, I sort of read for a living)
Please remember at this point that I do not cook, knit, garden, or partake in hardly any hobby-ish activities. Nor do I go out of the house much—say to visit someone—without planning for it, because when I work I’m usually dressed for home, not for public view. I know. Sad. Today it’s sweat pants (I still don’t really know what yoga pants are), a sweatshirt, and—wait for it—cozy, white socks. (See item regarding spring clothes above. I am never ready when seasons change.) Makeup? Not a chance.
Or I can write. That’s a good idea. After all, I will soon owe a blog post here, and blog post there…
Wait! Have I had my afternoon coffee? Oh, yeah. It’s right here. But it’s kind of cold. Aha! I’ll venture out to the kitchen and warm it up.
Okay, I’m back. Here’s an email! But it only confirms my no-work-right-now situation. Maybe it’s time to confess that I have a to-do list. It’s right here next to my coffee. Yes, it’s on paper, because somehow lists, alerts, and what have you on my computer are overlooked. Or maybe avoided.
Now it’s 3:12, 3:13, 3:14. I’m thinking. Feeling kind of guilty about that to-do list. Maybe I can do one thing on it. Ah. Decide what to buy my granddaughter for her seventh birthday, which means shopping of some kind. Her mother sent options. I like options.
Here it is. Accessories for her bearded dragon, Trixie. Maybe I can find some on Amazon. Yep, I can. Oh my, they make hammocks and chaise lounges for them? The trouble is I haven’t seen Trixie and her abode yet. Now I have to ask my daughter-in-law if Trixie already has means for relaxation. I’ll text her later. She’s probably busy, because, you know, she has kids and a job…and a dragon in her home.
What else is on my list? Go for a routine blood draw. But that has to be after an eight-hour fast. Oh, yeah. I’m going to do that tomorrow morning.
Now I’m hungry, but I WILL NOT GO FOR THE M&Ms. I won't, I won't. They'll show up on my blood test results. I just know it!
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