time to the craft of painting. I'd be lying if I said it was anything less than glorious. I have the convenience and comfort of both my home and art studio as soon as each client exits the door. I can alternate work linens with my personal laundry (when I actually devote time to personal laundry, that's usually my manfriend's job. Yeah, ladies, my guy does the laundry. Total score...). I can whip up lunch in my cozy little kitchen. I can flop on the couch with the little dog to eat said lunch. I'm blessed, I'm lucky, I'm grateful. It's great. It's comfortable.
It is, however, a little lonely sometimes. No coworkers to jabber with. No contact wtih the outside world on one's commute. Just me and my little dog, holding down the fort, until Lovie comes home... It's also a bitch to keep a regular schedule.
Every morning starts between 5:00-5:30am, when my furry friend and I make a few laps around the yard to work out a poop, or at the very least, a good long pee. Weather permitting, we may toss the ol' frisbee around to further stretch our legs. Then it's back inside for a bowl of smooshy food for her, and a cup of coffee for me. Between the six 'o clock coffee and the nine 'o clock client, it's a total crap shoot. These days I'm trying REALLY hard to whip out a blog (like the one you're reading) while I have my coffee, so I can do some exercise by 6:30am, breakfast by 7:30, and a shower by 8:00. Fresh, centered and ready for the first client of the day at 9:00. Well, dear reader, it's currently 7:14, my coffee is half consumed, and I'm still not sure where I'm going with this blog. Ready or not, 9:00am will come, so something has to give. It may mean a bowl of microwaved oatmeal in lieu of a veggie scramble. It may mean I take a shower, but NOT wash my hair. It may mean I just jump around for 15 minutes in exchange for a proper workout. In any case, my good intentions of having a routine are already out the window by 7:00am.
I seem to excell with the pressures of both time, and expectation from an external source. Having a boss makes me work hard. When I've worked for someone else, and was given deadlines, I was always early on every account. What's more, is that I seemed to accomplish much more in my 'outside of work' life, too. My home was tidier, I met with friends more than I do now, I was productive creatively, I seemed to pack much, much more into my day than I do with my la-la schedule working from home. Why is that?
I'm totally type A and type B, depending on my situation or what mode I've set my brain on. I'm also totally all or nothing. If I'm on structure-mode, I'm totally type A. I'm prompt, I'm efficient, wicked productive and actually, I love it. I'm a mad woman, kicking ass and taking names and getting all the shit done. But, if I stray from structure-mode for even a minute, I'm day dreamy, distracted, tardy, and a little miffed. I get a little miffed because I know I have the potential for great productivity. I know I can really pack in a day. I know I'll be left with an adrenaline high, a belly full of pride, and stacks of accomplishments. BUT, I also know that I can't run like that 24/7. I have a little thing called 'adrenal fatigue' and am prone to burnout rather easily. I get run down, I get sick, and it's no good for anyone. Lame. I've litterally had medical professionals tell me, "you just need to take some time off." Really? From what? My completey charmed life? I have the LEAST stressful life of anyone I know, and I need to chill out? You're kidding, right? Affraid not. So, what's a girl to do?
I know I thrive on structure and love the feeling of productivity. It's like mother's milk. How do I create, and more importantly, stick to, a regular routine, but also allow myself to honor those daydreamy moments without letting it become a runaway train? How do I create the perfect schedule, and stick to it without having someone looming over me every minute? How do I NOT get sucked into the tidal wave of distractions? How do I become my best boss? A boss that gives me a stern look and says, "you need to get this shit done." But, also throws a wink and says, "it's ok, you've worked hard. Why don't you take the rest of the day off?"
Every day is a new opportunity to practice keeping a routine. Actually, every minute is. That's a great gift, don't you think? The idea that every minute we're alive, we're given another chance to fine tune our lives into something that suits us personally. Something that nurtures our creativity, but also guides us into a healthy discipline.
I'd love to read what you have to say about your routine. Your structure, your balance, your tidal waves, and your drive.
Shit. It's almost 8:00...