I’ve been working as a freelance writer for a little over a month now and I’m falling into a rhythm that suits me pretty well. I’ve trained the dogs to sleep until 9:00 and at exactly that time, Morgan jumps onto the bed and starts kissing my ears (awwwwwww). What a luxury to sleep in after years and years of waking up at 7 or earlier and schlepping to the train station in a near comatose state (I am most definitely not a morning person)! Once I get up, it’s coffee and the news for an hour or so. Then I sit down at the computer and work until 4:30 (trying hard not to get too distracted by things like dogs, Facebook, or this blog). I’m usually still wearing my pjs at this point. Then it’s off to the dog park for an hour’s romp and back to the computer to wrap things up for the day. It’s a nice schedule and I like working at home, especially on rainy horrible days like today.
So I found myself surprised at how unreasonably happy I was when I had to go out in the middle of the day last week to pay some bills (I griped about the attempt to actually pay those bills here). I’m pretty cooped up during the day and while I don’t miss the downside of working in an office (having to get dressed, long commute, some pretty dodgy colleagues), there are some benefits to being around actual live people. In my early musings on what to do with My Life: Part Two, I had assumed that my next job would be in an office. Now I’m not so sure. But if I do decide to opt for the freelance life on a permanent basis, it’s clear that I need to find a way to get a bit more mental stimulation during the day than I’m getting right now writing about peatlands and mangroves (not that peatlands and mangroves aren’t interesting!).