26 Jan, 2015
When every day is a work day
Posted by andrea tomkins in: Publishing/writing/career stuff
I posted this photo to Piper’s Instagram account this morning:
I don’t really hate Mondays – that was Piper talking – but it did get me thinking about how confused my work week has become these past few years. I don’t really have a work week. I don’t get up, get in a car, show up at an office, put in a full day, and then come home from said office and push aside thoughts of work until the routine begins again the next day.
I sometimes work at night, and on weekends, and my commute is short: I start upstairs, and end up downstairs. My morning routine is a simple one: I drink my coffee, eat breakfast, put in some time on the treadmill, have a shower, and get dressed. Today I turned on the space heater in my home office and put on slippers. My work schedule is not a schedule at all. I basically use whatever time I have to Get Everything Done. I DO ALL THE THINGS. Which is partly why I’m trying to be more regimented about my work day.
Related: I was having an email exchange with a local resident in regards to a letter to the editor he was submitting to the newspaper. We’d had a couple of back and forths on Sunday morning and in his last note he wrote: let’s get back to our families and take this up on Monday.
Everyone talks about the importance of disconnecting, but what if the job you’re connecting to is one you truly enjoy? It’s like being asked to put down the crossword puzzle you’re working on, or that great book you’re reading, because you’re reading too much. It’s hard to do. I suppose if reading is interfering with your family life, it might be an issue. I’m not sure how my family feels about my work. Do I work too much? Perhaps I should ask them.
