Alright, let’s do this.
The past few weeks I’ve been making up the hours at my contract gig for the time I’ll be in Vietnam. Making up 9 work days in the course of a month doesn’t sound that difficult but it really is.
I work 3 days a week there typically. The other 2 traditional work days each week I spend on EVF or my other freelance clients. Well, the past three weeks and next week I have to work all 5 work days at my contract. Leaving me ~2+ days of other work each week to squeeze in between trip prep, a podcast, attempting to be an attentive husband and try to keep a social life of some sort. It ends up taking a lot of #hustle effort that takes a toll on energy and moral.
Maybe that sounds like I’m whining. I don’t mean to whine. I’m grateful to be able to make up my hours and to be so “busy” with work. I never imagined 5 months ago when I started freelancing that I’d be this busy.
The thing about being this busy is that whether you like it or not you start to question everything. “Is this worth my time?” is constantly flowing through your caffeine-infused skull.
Is it worth it to _________
…walk the dog those extra two blocks?
…do the dishes when the sink is only ¾ full?
…email my client about that thing that may or may not be important?
…watch this World Series game?
…stay up too late working on a blog post?
Okay. That’s all I have for now. The sink is ¾ full of dishes…