It’s a quiet day around my house today, with the boys buried in books and toys. Since I rarely get time alone at home anymore where I’m not swamped with work, I thought about hanging out, watching tv, reading a book. But what did I do instead? I worked.
Yes, I sent a proposal to a new client, wrote a blog entry and letter to the editor for another, and even did a phone interview for a third. Am I a work-a-holic?
Possibly, although I’d prefer to think that having done these assignments today, I’ll have a bit of spare time during the workweek. Time when I’ll be the only home, when I won’t be overwhelmed with work and can take an extended lunch hour. To read, watch tv, or exercise.
Sounds good. Wonder if I’d follow through…