It’s funny. I became a freelancer to have more flexibility in my life, yet I follow a strict monday to friday, 10:00 to 17:00 (yes, I work only 7 hours. 6, if you take away lunch) kind of work schedule. Taking a day off in the middle of the week, even if it’s because I am sick or just need some time off it incredibly hard.
Usually, I walk around feeling guilty. Doing house choirs or trying to read a non-fiction book that is going to teach me something. Today though was the first time in a long time where I did not feel even a drop of guilt by not working.
What did I do? Nothing. Caught up on my favorite Australian YouTuber who plays The Sims. Found a bank letter I was sure I didn’t receive and therefore got angry with my bank on their support chat a few months ago (sorry bank). Made food. Petted my cats.
You get the gist.
And it felt great.