Snow Days and Sick Days

My Project Manager, Liberty, stopped by yesterday evening to pick up the work laptop; the weather people were predicting 5-8 inches of snow today, so we both thought it best she work from home. She remarked that I was so smart for starting my own business and getting to work from home every day.

Well… yes and no.

I adore having my own business and being able to work from anywhere. The problem? I haven’t taken a sick day since my last “regular” job. I’ve been sick — but when your work is on your laptop, it makes no sense not to catch up on a few emails or small projects while you’re recovering and watching movies.

Even at my old job, I was terrified to take a sick day, because any time off was deducted from the general Paid Time Off bank of hours that I had to earn by working. Every sick day meant one less vacation day. I hated it.

The old paradigm of sick days and vacations days has given way to something new for me, and I’m calling the shots.

While I haven’t taken any sick days, I have taken several “I’m so engrossed in this book, I just need to read it all day” days and “It’s an awfully nice day to be outdoors hiking” days and “I think I’ll go to this archery competition” days.

There have also been weeks where I’ve stayed with my parents to help them out with whatever has been going on. (I went home a few days after my mom broke her hip to be there for her.) And there was, of course, a trip to Paris that was partially spent playing and exploring, and partially spent sitting in Parisian co-working cafes, working and pretending to be a local. It’s a whole different sort of arrangement, but I dig it.

No more sick days, no more snow days, but lots of days of following my heart, taking time for what matters most, and indulging just a little bit.

A much better arrangement, don’t you think?


Sometimes You Just Want to Run Away

…and go somewhere incredible old, someplace ancient where the magic is thick, where you can feel the tide of emotions from long ago.

You want to tumble through the door into another world, peer around the veil, move the curtain just for a moment so you can remember that there is so much more. We are part of such a grand symphony that is evolving, crescendoing, flowing. We forget sometimes, so focused on the instrument we hold in our hands, its physical properties, the sound it makes. We worry about the mistakes we may make as we play and forget to hear the whole piece of music, forget how we can transform sound into emotion into something that vibrates on.

I’m daydreaming about running away today, to an old stone circle on an island in Scotland, to a faraway ancient temple that’s nearly forgotten, to a long stretch of shoreline where there is nothing but the wind, the crash of the waves, and the smell of salt water. I need to imprint the symphony so I don’t forget anymore.

Where are you daydreaming about adventuring to?

(Photograph taken by Beth Moon, from Portraits of Time, her collection of ancient trees around the world)


My New Office!

It finally happened last week — my desk and chair arrived and I got organized. Say hello to my new office!!

I can’t tell you how awesome it feels to finally have a dedicated work space. A tax write-off, yes, but also a sanity guarantee.

I’m still waiting for the final touches to arrive from the Container Store, but I couldn’t wait to share it.

Creating dedicated space is special.

Temporal space. Spatial space. Boundaries are special, sacred.

I’ve always said that having a box allows me to think outside of it. But having a space also allows me to really inhabit a particular mindset.

When you create space, you’re creating opportunity.

You may be giving something up and creating space that way. One of my friends recently fired one of her clients after being put in a compromising legal position. A few days later she landed her biggest client yet.

When you make space, the universe opens for you.

My office is giving me a whole new way of looking at my business. The days of working in my pajamas are long gone — I’m playing and dreaming bigger now. And while I’m not there yet, this new space is allowing me to immerse myself in who I’m becoming.

Freakin awesome.

And can I tell you how much I love my bookshelves?

Do you have a decided space for your work?


Dating Yourself

On Friday, I made my first date with my business. In the morning and afternoon, I scheduled uninterrupted time to focus on my business. No scrambling around reacting to emails, no phone calls, just me and my darling business.

Talk about productive brainstorming time! I got more done in those hours and felt less frazzled than I had in weeks.

And this was real working on my business work. New projects, new packages, new ways of creating amazing experiences for my clients.

So I began to wonder, what if I made dates with all the other parts of myself, not just Brandi the Entrepreneur?

I started dating myself.

On Saturday, I had a date with the writer in me. We wrote poetry, some of it incredibly bad. But really, it just felt so good to be writing again.

There was time with the archer on Sunday. Granted, I was snowed in, but we worked on some simple things together: release, mental game. (Archer really feels like it’s 90% mental game, 10% process and skill.)

In three days, I felt more like myself than I had in months.

Dedicating specific time to all the things I love about my life and who I am is creating a deeper connection to me.

I lost myself a little bit in my last relationship. Brandi the Flirt? Totally locked away because my ex was a bit insecure (by no fault of his own). Brandi the Writer? No time for her. Brandi the Art Lover? There just wasn’t much there for her. Brandi the F-it-I’m-Going-to-Read-All-Day? She never had time on the schedule.

All these parts of me I had locked away. I’m done with it.

I say it’s time to break that door down and start really spending time with myself again.

I think it’ll be a love affair that lasts my whole lifetime.

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