Hours


Lately I've been thinking a lot about why I'm overwhelmed. I am overwhelmed. In my mind I'm over committed, I'm not doing things to the best of my availability, I feel stressed, and I feel like I have 100 pieces of china balanced on a safety pin. 

Isn't it funny how sometimes our feelings lie? 

Yesterday I was on a plane. My usual go to is to treat myself to whatever the airline movie is, but this plane didn't have any sort of television so I was sort of stuck. I was sitting between two rows of lap children so I knew I was going to need something to keep myself occupied. So I sat there and I started writing. I mapped out all the hours we have in a week. 

98 hours. 

I totaled up my weekly hourly commitments for things that were important and necessary. Things like work, passion projects, coffee, time with Tucker, and time by myself. Guess how many hours I had left over? 

Way more than I thought I would. 

Where does this idea come from? That I'm overworked to the point of constantly feeling drained? I asked myself this over and over for about forty five minutes. 

Then I figured it out.

It comes from not working well and not working efficiently. 

Working for myself was not exactly something I was prepared for and it hasn't been easy. I feel like I have this conversation once a week with someone, but just to put it out there -- I'm still figuring it all out. 

I'm glad to have a direction to go in now. If you have any tips for working for yourself PLEASE let me know!