I finally bit the bullet and went back to work in an office job about six months ago. It doesn’t leave me much free time to do my “home” work but I squeeze it in on weekends and in the evenings.
I so miss the freedom I had just a few months ago. Go where I wanted when I wanted. Have time to do philanthropic work. Take an occasional road trip to see the parents. And eat salsa right out of the jar, just like Will Bailey of nailsbails,
I work from home, which means I have a lot of…freedom [shudder]. Horrible, limitless, malaise-inducing freedom. For instance, my current outfit consists of boxer briefs and slippers, I just ate a bunch of salsa straight from the jar, and in about five minutes I’m going to lie face-down on my bed as a reward for writing this.
I miss my window from home as I sit in my office with two red brick walls and two regular walls (but no window).
Photo by Amy Loves Yah.