See this book? The one which is acting as the filling in the eye textbook sandwich? I bought it a few years ago with the intention of reading it and so becoming an Organised Person. I still haven’t read it. I rediscovered it the other day while cleaning out the back room which has been supposed to be my office for the last two years. Somehow, this room has instead become a repository for the by-products of ongoing DIY projects and also houses a huge batch of my mum’s homemade jam.
However, I have finally, without reading the book, Got Something Done by clearing a space for myself where I can “go to work” on the days when I’m not…going to work. If you see what I mean. I spent a long time feeling terrible so that the only thing I could do was rest. Now I’m getting better, I seem to spend a lot of time wondering what I should be doing and meandering through the day with a vague, uneasy sense that there are important things I’ve forgotten to do. There is a simple reason behind this – I have no routine.
The upside of being at work is that the day is structured so that while you are at work, you know what you need to do before you can go home. When you do go home, you know that you have done your job, you’re going to get paid for it and now you’re off to have a break.
As someone who has never before worked from home but who wants to be a writer, I am starting to see that having a routine is the key to Getting Things Done. I’m not naturally blessed with a talent for being organised. Combine that with having an illness which, when it rears its head, scuppers any hint of a routine that I do have, and life can get a bit chaotic. The trouble is, a disorganised life is tiring and stressful – just what you don’t need when you are unwell and lacking in energy. Does anyone else see a vicious cycle emerging?
I’m feeling very positive about my new office because it’s the first step I’ve taken towards an organised home-working life. Now I have a space I can get up and go to, on the days when I’m not doctoring, and I can tell my family that I’m going to work to do my other job. It beats sitting on my bed typing away until my buttocks go numb and asking my mum to stop shouting, “Are you going to stay in your bedroom ALL AFTERNOON?” at me. Hiding in bedroom trying to Get Things Done = regression to teenage self (“Mum, I’m BUSY. God, I’m thirty-three years old. Other adults don’t have to put up with this. Pfft, SO UNFAIR.”) Going to work in my home office = professional freelance writer (“I am going to work, Mother. I shall be DND until 4pm. The jam is now on the shelf in the hall.”) Right? Yeah, let’s Get This Done!
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