Now that I’ve been working at home for a few weeks I can say with authority that personally, one of the hardest things to accept is that sometimes I’m just not going to be all that productive.
Not every day is a 2,000 word success, or an hour-long run at the gym, or even, let’s face it, a shower day. I’m sure I was this way, to some extent, when I worked at companies, but it was a little easier to digest knowing I was making an hourly rate.
However “new” me is also trying to be a kinder-to-myself person. So today, I refused to let my non-accomplishments take me down a notch. A bad day doesn’t mean I’m a failure.
It does mean that if I’m not going to be in front of a computer I can mosey on over to the stove. Forget that whole lemons to lemonade mantra. Instead, when life gives you rolled oats, honey, and nuts in your kitchen cabinet, make a heapin’ batch of granola.
At the very least, breakfast is covered for the next 30 days.