There are many things to love about being a work-from-home freelancer. Working from your couch in your pajamas. The view from your desk (pictured above). The ability to take a post-lunch nap because you didn’t get to sleep until 1 (thanks, The Stars and the Blackness Between Them) and were rudely awakened at 6:58 a.m. by a barking Walter who was upset about the delivery of a Babes in Toyland record (a Christmas present for your nephew).
The one thing I don’t like is December. Mostly I don’t like it because I am the Goldilocks of work and also a contrarian and also a Minnesotan.
In December things slow way down. At this point in the year most big projects are done and new big projects aren’t gonna get going until after the holidays. This means most of December is just about maintaining. Doing small tasks as they come up, but not doing anything really exciting or meaty.
I have discovered that when it comes to work I either want one billion things to do or no things to do. Except when I don’t want that. Being of two minds all the time is exhausting.
For instance, today I had one task to do. And I whined about it, inside my head, for about three times as long as it took to do the damn thing. Ugh. It’s Christmas. Why do they insist on making me do things for money? Can’t we just take time off and enjoy the holiday? Why must we work all the time?
This is in sharp contrast to yesterday, where I had two tasks and was losing my freaking mind about it. Oh my god, there’s no work. Not enough work. I’m going to be broke and homeless by February. Why don’t these people have more work for me?