It took me this long to be able to enjoy spur of the moment thingies with my friends in the middle of the day. Today we went to Vapiano (yes, Helsinki has one) and ate pasta. You know the kind of pasta that makes you feel really good. That is salty and spicy and tasty all the way. And why did it taste so good?
Because I wasn’t feeling guilty.
I got so used to working from 9 to 5 (well, in my case it was more like 8 to 4) that when I jumped into the cold and lonely world of entrepreneurship, I didn’t bring my body clock with me. Well, not at first, at least.
I think from the Day 1 (Jan 2nd) I’ve realized how darn lucky I am. It’s amazing to be able to time your working hours as you wish. Here’s a rough sketch of my weekdays. (They look totally different on the days I have a session or two.)
Wake up around 8 am
Breakfast, reading, tv, news from 8 am to 9 am
Emails, blogging, writing, bookkeeping from 9 am to noon
Siesta: Lunch, long walk, reading, relaxing from noon to 4 pm
Planning, edits, practice from 4 pm to 9 pm
Reading, watching tv, chores from 9 pm to 11 pm
But even though I’ve felt happy and lucky about this change, it has been mentally crushing. And it took me two months to get over it.
So as we ate pasta I told my friend how much I enjoyed being there. Finally it hit me, that I’m usually working 6 or 7 days a week, 8 to 10 hours a day. But I don’t give myself any credit for it.
Because I do what I love. Because I put my heart and soul into it.
Because I used to get paid doing something that felt like hard work.
Breakfast: Two cups of coffee (Mine with milk, please) & one smiley banana