
Ah, the '70s...
I don't think I've ever had this much trouble fitting my life stuff into my work day. I've got a friend I haven't called back in two weeks, a stove that needs cleaning, three writing projects waiting for my attention, groceries that need to be bought, blogs I haven't caught up on, my own blog I'm barely writing. The list is really non-the-fuck-stop.
And yet...
It feels really good to have this issue. I'm busy! I have irons in the fire! I have a little bit of a life that's more than fuzzy dreams and wishes.
I know a lot of people have WAY more stressful jobs than I do and have A LOT more difficulty organizing their non-work lives. I figure I need to do about four things to really get this down to a science...
1) Start going to bed at a reasonable hour.
2) Start waking up at a reasonable hour.
3) Figure out when I'm doing work stuff and stick to it.
4) Start working somewhere other than my house every day.
While it's true that I'm getting my work done, it's also true I'm developing some kooky life habits around that work. I think my naughty subconscious might be trying to chip away at me.
I'M NOT GOING TO LET THAT HAPPEN.
I'm going to sleep well, wake up fresh, do my yoga, have my breakfast and set this bitch on fire!
