Yesterday I wanted to crawl back into bed, pull the covers over my head, and sleep. It is a forbidden weekday luxury. So I made a steaming hot pot of strong coffee and rustled up the energy for putting in my appearances, taking care of business, and faking my way through the day. Nobody seems to notice, and no one truly cares, if they have reliable and timely information. We have agreements, understandings, and minimum levels of acceptable performance. A couple of slack days following the successful completion of a large project never raise too many eyebrows.
Working at home makes it is easier to hide behind the computer screen and muster enough enthusiasm to skate through an hour-long call. I’m uncertain I would be as fortunate if the meetings were still in person. Thankfully, we have reached Friday, and the prospects of a pleasant weekend color everyone’s conversations. Predictions of 40-degree temperatures and a chance of rain are a welcome relief from the past weeks of snow and cold.
No matter the challenges and the obstacles blocking my way, I maintain the item at the top of my list as a non-negotiable. Yesterday I wrote 339 words.
Did you write yesterday?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer