Work these days feels . . . sustainable. My new schedule is good. I’m not too stressed about getting the work done, and I feel like I’m able to let loose and relax on the weekends.
But. Just barely.
Last week I had plans to bang out my last three posts of the month on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, then start putting together my posts for September. Instead, I was still scrounging for ideas Friday morning and just managed to publish before the long weekend. I spent a couple of hours Saturday assembling a post. Sigh.
We’re still not getting to sleep at a reasonable hour, but I feel good about the fact that it is as much because we’re able to be more involved in the community – to actually have social lives – as it is because we have a lot of work to do.
And although I am still not really doing the kind of work I really want to do, I am liking the work that I am doing. I feel that it has some value and that I am learning from the process and getting some good opportunities. Plus there have been some decent perks – like being invited to Disney events in the city – that we’ve enjoyed.
I hope, before too long, to get past the point of sustainability and somewhere into the neighborhood of thriving. I feel like I’m on the cusp, that at least my brain is coming up with some good ideas, even if I don’t have the time or energy to execute the way I’d like to.
Baby steps, Lizzie. Baby steps.