I didn’t sleep much last night.
Who knows why. My mom used to call sleepless nights ‘white’ nights – I’ve never known why.
This morning my head is full of fluff. I don’t really want to write. What I want to do is have the writing done so I can go sit in the sun and read novels. And then take a nap.
I don’t want to deal with my to do list. Oh, I am looking forward to a client call and a trip to the chiropractor, but today I really don’t want to work.
Maybe it’s not the sleepless night, but spring fever. Or it could be my bio-rhythms I suppose – do we still do bio-rhythms? How about that mood ring I lost long ago? Oh never mind! I’m really dating myself now and I have lots of stories I could tell and none of them make a darn bit of difference right now.
The truth is I’d rather not work today.
Truly, it’s not a big deal!
I remember well when I’ve had ‘normal’ jobs in ‘real’ offices working for someone else that I had days like this. Not a ton, not very often, not enough to be called a slacker. But they happened. I’d gossip more, or take longer breaks or both. In fact no one in those offices, or any others I suspect, ever worked at 100 percent all the time.
I can cut myself some slack.
The only deadlines I have are totally self-imposed. My week is such I can roll a few of those over. Instead of starting at 7:30 like I usually did, I got the cats fed and went back to bed until 9:30 or so.
That couple of hours felt great. I’d like more, but it’s not to be today.
That said, I’m still not working at full speed. Not really.
I’ve been supporting myself with freelance writing forever it seems and I trust my process. I know I’ll get the work done – just not as much of it today as I’d originally planned.
We all need down time
Come to think about it, I wrote more than usual yesterday, which isn’t the reason I didn’t sleep last night, but probably has contributed to my less-than-creative feelings today. The truth is three or four hours of real writing or editing is about all I can handle in a single day – when I go much over that, I am anything but fresh the next day.
We all need down time, or re-creation time.
It might mean taking a three day weekend, or an hour’s walk, or a three week vacation. Or sleeping in after you feed the cats.
I’m so fortunate
I’m so fortunate that I can work at home at my own pace. I don’t have to pick bags of strawberries in Roundup contaminated fields or push gears into widgets at a predictably fast pace, or break apart ships getting covered with toxins and get paid pennies a day if I’m lucky.
Nor do I have to sit in someone else’s office hoping no one will notice I’ve again kicked off my shoes as I check on other people’s work, or they check on mine. And I don’t have to drive to work, or take a bus, or a car pool.
Freelance writing has been good to me, and I’ve been pretty good to it, come to think about it.
Give yourself the space to be the best writer you can be, remembering to be of service and to take care of yourself. The world will be a better place because of it.
What’s your take on days when you aren’t working at your best?
Write well and often,