Saturday, February 13, 2010
File the following under "Things you think you know, but don't, once you work for yourself fulltime"
When you work fulltime for a boss other than yourself, of course you know that you need the weekend off. Or vacation time. As much as you love your job and/or profession, you live for that time to spend with family, friends, pets, etc. Best of all, while you're enjoying your time off, you're accruing another paycheck that you'll receive at the end of the week/payperiod/month.
When you work fulltime for yourself, of course you know that you need time off. But while you're itty and establishing yourself, time off means zero revenue being generated. Meaning no paycheck at the end of the week/payperiod/month.
If you're totally focused on preparation for an event that isn't generating revenue now, but will during or after the event (e.g., trade and wholesale shows, big craft shows), you're less able to generate revenue in your main business on the promise of future revenue. That, combined with working on a scary, huge deadline, makes the idea of time off absolutely ludicrous.
Everything that could have gone wrong in my real life went wrong last week, and without going into details, let me assure you that it resulted in not one meltdown but several and a new cycle of insomnia that is absolutely zero fun when you're bone weary.
I've been quiet on the public front, madly working, but not getting anywhere. A pattern I've been trying to write isn't cooperating, so I finally put it aside earlier this week with plans to return to it this weekend. I did come up with my brand new exciting idea and I'm really really happy with how it's turning out. But dang it, I have a big show in just over a week and I'm not ready at all (truly).
SO ... against all reason ... after a sleepless night of the worst nightmares I've had in some time (airplanes falling out of the sky, left and right, and jerking awake each time a piece of one is about to squash me - doesn't take special skills to interpret my frame of mind!) ... I'M TAKING THE DAY OFF. From EVERYTHING.
Maybe even the whole weekend.
There may or may not be something as wicked as Taco Bell during my Day Off. I might hobble off for a walk into the bits of sunshine I see valiantly glimmering outside. I'm even fantasizing about treating myself to pizza. :) The sky is the limit!
I expect to return to duty refreshed, recharged, and re-energized. I might regret my Day Off, but I don't see how, because I've never needed one so desperately as I do right now.
I hope you all enjoy your long weekend off and have wonderful Valentine's Days!
Posted by Brenda at 1:18 PM