I did my 30 minute meditation this morning but my heart wasn’t really into it because I knew ahead of time today wasn’t about productivity. Not really. Did get enough done at the office that I was satisfied with the work I did. I probably could have done more.
Today was a hard day because I wanted to do creative things and wrap yule gifts. You know how it goes. The grind of the p/t day job looms. Then I had beer with some co-workers, and then M and I went to our friends’ house for a little holiday celebration. We didn’t get home until late. So no productivity on writing related anything today.
Tomorrow morning I will have to wrap the 15 gifts I need to wrap in the morning, then stop by my sister’s to drop stuff off, then to my brothers for a secular xmas lunch and gift exchange, then back home, at which time M and I may have time to do some work we wanted. Sunday I have some work on the book I want to do, a meeting for the podcast at noon, and then I probably ought to get the house cleaned up because my parents are coming over for secular xmas dinner on Monday. Plus, xmas eve my husband and I have a tradition of hanging out, playing games, watching movies, eating, and drinking. That’s how wild and crazy we are.
Tuesday and Wednesday next week will be spent at the day job trying to push out payroll in half the time. Thursday is a writing day. Friday – day job. I am taking the weekend for my work and family time, then the following week I am supposed to be writing for two weekdays, but if we’re moving our office by then, I could lose those days to help move and/or do billing. We shall see. We can’t get back into the new office building fast enough.