Look. I had problems. I knew how to make porridge perfectly in a saucepan. And I knew how to make porridge perfectly with those “quick oats” sachets in the microwave. But…
I forget how hard it is, to share. Days go by, and I’m happy with all of my thoughts staying in my head.
And then, maybe I think about sharing something, and my inner editor says:
- No one needs to know this
- This is unimportant to anyone else
- This is only a half formed thought
- Others would have thought this already
- Others would think this is stupid
- There are enough words and information out in the world already, nobody needs to see more
OK, so. Every Wednesday fortnight, I’m going to 1000 £ Bend in the city, to work on my website. You can come along and work on yours, if you want.
Working from home is strange. I plan out my days from 9–5 with four blocks of work, and breaks in-between. This is Week 6 since I quit my job, although two weeks were spent moving house; so this is Week 4 with my personal schedule put in place. 4 WEEKS. I’ve had every day to myself, except for the occasional freelance work, family commitment, and miniature break. Every day! Every night! And what have I done?
Finally, there is another important reason I should spend less time on social media: It has the tendency to drown out what I think. All these opinions and feelings and ideas I take in can get in the way of what I think and feel and what I want to do.
(I ilke her. I like how she shares her life and tries to help others, too.)
I never planned it this way, but I am currently doing what I maybe wanted all along: structuring my days around writing stories.