I’m Not Ferris Bueller
But I Did Have a Day Off
I took Thursday off.
Both at my business and here. And no, I didn’t *announce* that I was breaking my publishing schedule.
The good news is that I think I can whittle my distribution workweek down to four (very) full days instead of 5. (I work 7 days, but 2 days are just a few hours, and 2 days are significantly short.)
In other words, Thanksgiving gave me the idea of always having Thursday off from that business, allowing me to work … well … here.
And there.
And other places.
I’m a firm believer in wrestling away time from others. It’s my time — it’s always been my time — and that means it’s my responsibility to do things to get as much of it freed up from anyone else’s claims.
That’s why I’m no longer an employee.
That’s why I never want to be an employee. Ever again.
That’s why I’m making different moves, taking different risks.
It’s worth it. And it feels good.
An Actual Day Off
I had an actual day off on Thanksgiving.
I did take about an hour and crunch some numbers. But I didn’t do any other work. I didn’t even write.
Not writing doesn’t feel good. (Double negative? Careful. I’ll throw you a triple negative.) But giving my brain and nerves a rest DOES feel good.
I put out a piece on Monday talking about prioritizing self-care this week. I wasn’t perfect, but this week was better than the last couple weeks. I didn’t bleed as much, so there’s that.
And with arranging my schedule to where I have Thursdays away from my distribution business, I can get some breathing room. Some thinking time. Some higher quality working time.
Back to the Stage
I haven’t been on stage since summer.
I didn’t plan on returning to the stage until my LLC was opened. Opening the distribution business put a temporary hamper on that.
And I’m not going to wait anymore.
So I’m going to take this opportunity to get my ass back on stage.
By the Way
I recently learned that I can ask Siri to snooze my alarm.
That’s kinda dangerous …
Swivels in, Swivels out.
