I am making a life.I am not making a living.
I aspire to making a life. I made
a living for myself for years, and I wasn’t necessarily happy about it. That’s
life, though, right? What we’re here for? Do your job, love it or hate it, pay
your bills, acquire stuff, go places, die. What about those dreams we had when
we were children?
I have a job. My job is to write
every day. To get that book written. My job is to take care of my husband,
which sounds so archaic and anti-feminist, but if I get to opt out of making a
living, then gosh darn it I’m going to make his living better. I cook and clean
and launder and garden and shop and take care of household things. I tell him
when he needs more socks and make his eye doctor appointment. It feels a little
silly, but I don’t take this lightly. Or, more to the point, I’m learning not
to take it lightly.
I’m working on setting
a work day for myself. Typically it looks something like this:
- · Wake up. Lie in bed reading phone until 7:30 or 8 a.m.
- · Get up and shuffle downstairs to make coffee and husband’s lunch. Maybe I’ll have some breakfast.
- · If it’s a running day, I run.
- · RWE: Read/Write/Edit.
- · Lunch.
- · Housework.
- · Relax: read blogs or read.
- · Make dinner.
- · Spend the evening with my husband, which may or may not include knitting while we watch television.
Yes, I work weekends. I still slack
off sometimes, and I know it's going to happen. Some days I will spend far too
much time reading. Some days I go on a field trip. Some days I’m sucked into
the internet. These things happen, but I keep on shuffling.
Weekends? I want to work on more
craft projects on the weekends. Sewing! Knitting! Crocheting! Stuff! Listen to
podcasts! It’s a great thing to be learning and doing. It feeds my brain and I
feel less stupid than if I just sit in front of the TV all day.
So I’m starting a blog. Blog about writing and housewifery and running and making and reading.
These are the things I do every day. I want to keep it positive. I want to focus on
making a happy life.
This is my life.
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