There’s just something about families that makes you have that inner need for a drink.
When I was in college, my dad was a guest lecturer – yes, I was that kid – and one of the things he told my class stuck with me all of these years, ‘I learned more in my first 6 months of work than I learned in four years of school.’
What if my niche is just being Rachie?
How do people just become adults and act like this is totally normal. This is so WEIRD! How do you expect me to spend four years partying, drinking, flirting, taking tests while drunk, and just being reckless in general ALL ON MY DADS DIME and then it’s like ‘oh hey go work for eight hours a day and use ALL of your money to survive off shitty store brand bread.’ This is literally the epitome of adulthood.
Never push off work, whether it is to other people or to your future self.
Getting to roll out of bed and start working has its perks but it turned into a struggle to separate my work and home life. While working in the office the second I leave and walk through my door to a kiss from my boyfriend that means I am home, no more work. That’s my time to myself. When we first started this WFH life I didn’t have that physical line that divided my life and it made it hard to say no to work.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, nostalgia’s a killer.
Ever since I’ve been letting myself become more creative in my role, I’ve had more making my plans and it has ultimately made my job easier. It’s hard work to do something your heart isn’t in; it’s even harder to put you heart into something when you’ve caged your process.
In my time hanging out with my family, I forgot how important it is to have alone time, too. To let my thoughts go wild. To create something. To learn something. And just rejuvenate so I don’t implode.
Isn’t it funny how the should be easiest questions are always the hardest?