Category Archives: 9-5

How not to go back to bed when you work from home

I’ve worked full-time from home for four years and there are many many many perks.  But there is one great challenge, which is finding motivation on those days when house projects call.  There is something to be said about the momentum of getting out of bed and moving to the shower and working the coffee pot and then running out the door to the car (or bus) and moving towards a destination.  Its sets a tone of action for the day that is hard to replicate when your office is under the same roof as your bedroom.

Recently, I got access to an office which has been such an incredible blessing.  I love the flexibility of being able to work from wherever, and I also love a dedicated workspace where I can shut the door and focus.  Even if the view isn’t much to write about, I am so grateful for my new office.

Reflections on Getting Laid Off

Got news this week of three more friends being laid off – the economy still seems to be tanking.  Gave me pause to think about the last seven months and how grateful I am for them.  I have grown so much in that time: building my grant writing business, focusing energy on my book, and really taking the time to ask myself tough questions about what I want to do with my life and how I can best serve the world.

When I heard the words “eliminating your position” my very first thought was, “Yippeeeee!”  After only a fleeting second, though, my stomach sank, my heart beat loudly in my ears, and myriad real world questions started flooding my mind. How will I pay my rent?  Will I look for another job?  Do I want another job?  Am I brave enough to take the leap and start my own  business as I’ve been dreaming for years?

Well, here I am.  Writing to you in my most comfortable pants from my home office.  Happier than ever before and doing work that I actually like.  I wake up each day excited for it – something I never actually believed was possible.  And its all thanks to losing what I was once terrified of giving up – my job.

I won’t lie: for two weeks after getting laid off I drank too much, slept too much, cried too much and generally felt like crap.  But inside I let a tiny flame of hope flicker until I was ready to fuel the fire of dreams too long snuffed out.  I am incredibly grateful that it’s now burning bright.

Night Owls and the Few of Us Awake with Them

Its a scene not totally unfamiliar. In the wee hours of morning, I sip a fresh cup of coffee and listen to the birds outside chirp at the imminent sunrise.  The peace of late night solitude has evaporated, and exhaustion makes me feel frustrated with everything.  My eyes burn from staring at my computer screen so long and my back aches from hours of ergonomically-challenged posture.  Someone else in the house wakes up, sees me and asks, “Did you even go to sleep?”

More and more, these nights are insomnia-fueled, but occassionally they are the result of pathologic procrastination and unforgiving deadlines.  As I look forward to age 30, I am hoping it will bring and end to the crazy hours I keep.  What I wouldn’t give for a 11pm-7am sleep schedule, like most normal people in the world!

Still, I am grateful I can still pull through in a pinch.  Someday, probally sooner than I imagine, it just won’t be worth it any more.


Those Foxy People

So many times while I was working for someone else, I would be out on my lunch break and see all these people doing lots of things that I would rather be doing: running, shopping, biking, hanging at coffee shops and more.  More than envy them, I wanted to be one of them.  For years, I asked myself how I could become independently wealthy so that I, too, could live each day exactly as I wanted.

Today, after getting a few things done in the morning, I took my cross country skis to Monona Golf Course and spent part of my afternoon outside, exploring on skis.  I only fell one time (a few more close calls) and I saw a fox!  I stopped to adjust my gloves and there he was about 50 feet ahead of me on the path with his cute, bushy tail.  We sized each other up for a minute and then he trotted up the hill into the trees, looking back only once.

Part of my course took me by Monona road, where busy people are driving to and from the office.  I imagined myself in my car, last year, gazing at the clumsy skier on the course with jealousy.  I am grateful to finally have the lifestyle I’ve wanted.  I don’ t know that I’d fit your definition of independently wealthy, but on days like today, I feel rich.