Another Day Dawns

So, it isn’t exactly dawn. 2 in the afternoon seems like a good time to get up and move, though. That is what I have done.

I don’t really conform to labels and expectations. I have a process that I found works for me and I have even gone so far as to simplify it.

Basically it works like this:

  • Work
  • When I get hungry, eat
  • When I get tired, sleep
  • Repeat

There really isn’t much else to do, so why make things complicated? Yes, it is nice to not have a schedule or uniform. I don’t have a boss to text or a clock to punch.

Schedules are too constraining. What happens when something happens that prevents me from being “on time?” Stress, anxiety and a headache, that’s what.

So, I try not to have a schedule. Now, sure, there are things that are scheduled. I have deadlines. Most of my clients are on a monthly retainer, though. That means they pay me at the start of the month for all the work I have to do for them that month.

At the end of the month, everything is due, though I can turn things in as completed whenever I need to.

Of course I don’t make anyone wait the full month to see progress. I have a daily and weekly schedule. It just isn’t something that looks like a schedule.

Take today for example. I have some client work to do. It is Sunday, no one is in teh office and my work won’t be seen until after lunch time tomorrow anyway.

So, while I sit here and work on the project, I am not rushed. I don’t have to get it in by 5pm. Nor do I need to ensure it is complete, ready and available at 8am.

Here is the best part, though. It is only the 19th of the month. So, do you know what happens if I don’t send the project in tomorrow? Absolutely nothing.

There isn’t a penalty. There isn’t an email waiting for me in my inbox demanding to know where the shit is. No. My deadline is the end of the month.

This type of scheduling helps me. If I wake up with a headache, or there is a nagging plot line I need to add to my novel, I get to sit on the couch and drink coffee while the headache subsides. I can open the laptop and clack away at the novel.

As long as I turn things in by the end of the month, the rest is up to me.

It is a great place to be, I won’t lie. But, I am also a work-a-holic. I work on client work, I work on my websites, I work on my truck, I work on going to the store, I work on my novels and screenplays… I’m always working.

Master the Art of Living. I like that idea.

What is fun? What is work? To me, there shouldn’t be a difference. Everything I do (or every day I lay there and do nothing but count dots on the ceiling…) is “work” but it is also “fun.” I don’t make that distinction.

I find that when you categorize things like that, it makes you start to dread doing certain tasks. If everything is in the same category, though, then I can easily move from one task to another when I get tired or bored of one.

What can be better than that, I ask ya?

Nothing.

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