At the beginning of September, I took on a part-time contractor job (as in “contracted position”, not as in “plumber”) and officially completed my transition from working “partly outside of the home” to working at home, full-time. (It’s full-time when you count all of the things I’ve got my grubby little paws on.)
I LOVE IT.
As in, I can’t even describe how much I love it.
As in, most of the time I don’t even feel like I’m working because I like what I’m doing so much.
As in, often I look up from my laptop and think, “I really need to quit fooling around and get to work!” BUT I AM ALREADY WORKING AND I JUST FORGOT.
Working from home is what I have always wanted to do, for as long as I can remember, and I am over-the-moon with excitement about this relatively new development.
That’s not to say everything is perfect and adjustments aren’t necessary.
Time management. It’s never been my strongest suit. (By a long shot.) I’m not the most disciplined person when it comes to sticking to a schedule, even if it means that I end up doing things the hard way.
I have big plans for managing my time, in theory. That is to say, I have big plans that aren’t really plans at all, just mental images of me getting all of my stuff done and giving myself a high five or a “YES! I DID IT!” here and there. (Those methods have actually worked for me in the past.)
But then I was talking to my sistuh-from-anuthuh-mutha Liz the other day (as we tend to do, you know) and she was telling me about HER big plans for time management, considering she has recently started a new at-home job too (yay!). Her plan is outlined on her blog, here.
Liz’s schedule looks like it’s going to work really well for her. I found myself very envious of her organizational skills but rather than sit and think, “I could never do that,” I decided to try and create the best schedule for me, one I could gradually put into place and truly follow. I thrive on the making of lists and schedules anyway. (Ask anyone who knows me personally: I often schedule things by the minute. It’s annoying, even to myself.)
In a perfect world, this is how my schedule would go:
~Get up by 6:00 a.m. (I’ve done this for years, and anyway, I’m usually already awake for the same reason Liz is.) (Now you really have to go read her post, don’t you? I mean, aren’t you even curious?)
~Robe on, teeth brushed, in the family room opening laptop by 6:05 a.m.
~Check email, Facebook, Twitter until 6:30 a.m. (6:45 at the latest. I said “in a perfect world”. Shut up.)
~Eat breakfast while doing some of my contractor work from 6:30-7:50 a.m.
~Put on workout clothes and leave for workout class at 8:00 a.m.
~Home at 10:00 a.m.
~Showered and dressed by 10:30 a.m.
~Contractor work until 12:30 p.m.
~Lunch until 1:00 p.m.
~The afternoon is when I would work on other projects, blog, and read blogs until time to make dinner.
So that sounds really good, right? Well, sure. Until I went out yesterday for two hours and walked around downtown Naperville.
I was on a mission and had a definite purpose for doing that, but as I savored the glorious day and the ability to be outside enjoying it, I thought “Aye, there’s the rub.” (<---Shakespeare. Impressed?)
If I want to get the most out of what I’ve always wanted to do (work at home), I can’t firmly stick to what I’ve always done (attempt to be hyper-rigid in my scheduling). Stepping out of my self-created box is going to have to become part of my new schedule.
Will I still attempt to follow the timeline I laid out up there? Yes.
Will I make it a point to create diversions (I’m not talking about you either, Facebook!) that are different from the norm and outside of the plan just because I can? Yes.
Lest you think I have done a “total 360” (degrees, that is), I haven’t. STICK WITH ME, PEOPLE. It’s all in the outlook.
I’m not sure how it’s all going to go down, but I do know this: I’m going to do my best to enjoy myself every step of the way.