Just came out of one of those extra-special freelancing periods where you start answering emails in bed, crawl out of bed to your desk, and then don’t leave it until it’s time to crawl back to bed. Except then your phone dings and there you are answering emails in bed again.
I woke up this morning, though, having achieved all my badly timed deadlines, with nothing new on the agenda. This transition from all the work to no work always throws me off. I spent about an hour wandering around my house confused and lost. Then I reminded myself that this always happens, and somehow snapped out of it.
So I set about making up for three days’ worth of workouts, three days’ worth of bathroom cleaning, three days’ worth of idea-writing, three days’ worth of errand doing, three days’ worth of junk selling…
Also, I went for a walk with M.H., and we literally stopped to smell some roses.