July 09, 2002
It’s 80F outside with nothing but sunshine and a light breeze. Working at my desk I see the lake in all it’s blue glory. I hear the splash of the pool and happy birds chirping. I want to go outside.
I already snuck time off this morning – up to the cafe where I sipped a latte for an hour while I read The Alchemist. I also weeded my balcony garden, hosed down the outside furniture, and had a leisurely lunch before I started to work.
And I have worked; two new queries that just need tweaking, sites updated, and another travel article completed. There’s more in me to go, but at the moment al I want to do is just play hooky.
It’s hard for me sometimes to just take a trip down to the beach and work there, especially when I have really good excuses such as there’s no air conditioning in this flat. However I tend to remain at home, inside because of the guilt factor.
My husband has to work in an office building. He has to sit at his desk Why should I be able to just do what I want, when I want? I still haven’t given in to the luxury and freedom of working on my own. Sometimes it just doesn’t seem “right” to have fun, take off or work in a different way.
Even though the freedom is something I wanted and a good reason why I left the office world, I’m still trying to learn that it’s OK to work differently than my husband, my friends, and anyone else who is in an office. I’m still trying to be comfortable with how I work and still learning exactly how that is.