Did you work this week? Or did you opt to take time off since it is the new year and all that jazz. Working freelance, I have the option to work up to forty hours. This week, I was really torn. Do I work or not work.
New Year’s Eve, I decided to do six hours. New Year’s Day, none, zero, zilch. Time to take down Christmas while I had time (wait, I work from home, don’t I always have time? short answer… no) So I didn’t work-work. I did house-work. And yesterday? Argh… worked part of the day. So it’s time to play catch up.
I felt incredibly guilty for taking time off! I jumped out of the workforce rat-race for a reason, to take care of me. To focus on having more fun, read more books, drink more cafe mochas. But here I am feeling guilty, letting the old programming grab me. Get to work! I worked today. Tonight I felt good about it. Idk… the guilt is still bothering me about the time off. The voice in my head, But you only did 20 hours this week, think of all the money you might have made… Stop. Just stop.
It’s not always about the money. I sat in the sun. I read two books. I wrote. I set up my little art studio in a corner of the family room. I meditated and added songs to my playlist. I talked with friends. And tomorrow’s Friday. I’ll work tomorrow… at least part of the day.
I’m rambling… Did you work this week?