Two months ago, I quit my job. I can’t believe it’s been two months already. It seems like forever and no time at all. In those two months, I’ve learned a few things.
I could easily become a hermit. I was afraid that I’d be lonely or bored by myself all day. Not so. Turns out, I’m good company. I’m perfectly content to hang out alone all day. If I start talking to myself we may have problems, but until then, no worries.
Without a deadline, I’m not as productive as I
could should be. Parkinson’s Law states that “Work expands so as to fill the time available for its completion.” So true. I’ve written a good number of words, but if this was NaNoWriMo levels of productivity, I’d have written 100k by now. ::hahahaha:: No.
The internet is both beautiful and terrible. Much like the one ring tempted Galadriel (“All shall love me and despair!”), the internet is a series of temptations. Need to research what a typical Victorian house floor plan looked like? Cool. Two hours later I’m looking at pictures of cats wearing hats. How did that happen?
Work is work. Sure, I get to stay home and wear slippers all day. I get to make up shit and write it down like someone will care about it (and hopefully someone will… eventually). But when it comes down to it, work is work, even if you love your job.