I hate feeling like I’ve wasted my only free time, so I want to squeeze as much out of my weekends as possible especially since lately I’ve been feeling overworked (joked the part-time person). So far today I went to work, came home, read, wrote a poem, and got a little more at home work done, but after lunch I started to feel like I was losing momentum, and the day could easily turn into one long internet veg-fest.
So I fell back on one of my old tricks, how much work can I do in a single hour? I started it at 3:13 p.m., and finished a few minutes ago.
I focused specifically on tasks that I have been avoiding, so I started by completing an expo application that my L.P. people wanted me to go to. I’m not going, but I said I’d help with the paperwork and I’ve been avoiding it. This took the majority of an hour because I am bad at editing pdfs. But it is finally done! One annoying thing that I don’t really care about off my plate!
Next I ordered contacts. Easy, but I’ve been putting it off, and I think it’s making my mom nervous since she reads this blog. I ordered a year’s supply so hopefully I can avoid this task again for another year.
Then I ordered some try-on frames so that I can order glasses in the future. Hopefully this month, but I did just order a bunch of contacts. This was a PIA because the website wasn’t working, but I talked to a helpful person instead of giving up, and now it’s done.
Also, now I’ve written a boring blog post, which was not what I was trying to do in my hour, but hey, now it’s done.
There is still plenty of work to do, none of which I want to tackle on a cold Saturday afternoon. I am in one of those childish moods when I resent doing anything except exactly. what. I. want. Basically, I resent having a day job and having to pay bills. All I want to do right now is write bad poetry, read good books, and write long, meandering romance novels that lack any actual romance. But that’s not my day job. It’s not even my side hustle.
Austin Kleon wrote about this problem in a better way than I have here. He wrote,
“Right now my day job is going around giving talks and writing and selling books. It’s a good day job, but “doing what I love” would actually mean sitting around all day reading and drawing and making these goofy poems. Guess how much that pays? Not much. And guess how much time I actually get to do that stuff? Not much.”
It’s comforting to know that even people who are “successful” at our art still have day jobs, still have things that they would rather be doing than what they are actually paid to do. And I guess the message is the same, whether the work is creative or mind-numbing.
Do your work.