I cannot tell you how much it irks me that the phrase “there’s not enough time in the day” still has an opportunity to rattle around in my brain now that it’s been over six months since I quit my desk job and took my days back. I quit my full-time, for-someone-else’s-dream, one-hour-commute-both-ways job so that I’d have those days to myself. I wanted more time to focus on my own stuff, more time to grow and shape my own goals.
And yes, I absolutely do have more time to do that stuff now. My days are busy – sure – but they are busy with things that are all for my future and toward my goals. Hooray! It worked!
I’m just always baffled when an entire day still passes by in a seeming blink of an eye and I only got one third of my To Do list accomplished, despite having been going non-stop since I woke up. Maybe I need to make shorter To Do lists. Or maybe I just need to trust that things will get done when they will and get off my back, Brain.
The point of this rant is here: If you ever quit your full-time job, the one where you work for someone else doing stuff that doesn’t make you happy, and you are thrilled to be walking into the sunrise of your new life, daydreaming of the days to come, days that will include luxurious jogs through the park, long hours spent with your notebook and pen, planning your new business, new career or new project, days where you’ll lose yourself in thought and you’ll meet friends for lunch and you’ll find yourself happier than ever, as the captain of your own ship, director of your own musical comedy, don’t assume that you’ll have time to do all that fun stuff AND clean your house, buy cat food, shop for new running shoes, renew your passport and organize your file cabinet. Because you won’t. And then you might get all grouchy about it. Because you are still an American human person who thinks she has to pack a whole lotta whatever-the-heck into one measly day in order to feel like she’s getting anything done.
I am, at least.
I’m going to work on correcting this melodrama.