It’s most definitely a Friday. When the alarm went off this morning I somewhat dreaded the thought of getting up and at ’em. Don’t get me wrong, I there is always something exciting about Fridays. Regardless of a weekend filled with work, the magic of Friday is in knowing that there’s a laid back quality of the weekend. Today has been a bit of an anomaly, however. This week marked a noticeable change in my mood. Enjoying good vibrations for over a month, reality was sure to set back in.
I’m too critical of myself. At least, that’s what I’m told. I’m prone to analyzing and over-analyzing most things. I’ve been working on changing that. That isn’t to say that I think that it’s a bad thing, it’s to say that doing so all the time is not in anyone’s best interest. And so, as far as this Friday being an anomaly, I’ve gotten all of 1:05 minutes of billable time in thus far. That excludes the time I spent writing my article for the newspaper. Yes, I have decided to continue with my now monthly column. Sure, Fridays tend to be the type of days where one watches the clock, waiting for the end of the working day to arrive. I’ve actually been working ahead so today doesn’t need to be a full 8-hour day. What it has been – filled with chaos, frustration and a beautiful view from my office.
It’s hard to remain upset for very long when you are so deliriously happy in your home. My home office is essentially everything I want it to be. On a clear or dreary day, it is still a spectacular view. With the windows open I am letting in the sun’s rays and the calm of a delightfully gorgeous day. Arguably, it’s one of those days where one may be a bit tempted to work outdoors or duck out of work altogether. However, with the warmth of the sun bathing my office and watching the geese leisurely going about their business in the lake, there is no other place I’d like to be.
I may have several hours of work ahead of me, but I am looking forward to the setting of the sun, my iTunes library on shuffle and getting down to some serious business. Life has been good to me and I don’t want to let the chances to express that pass me by. Before you know it the tides changes and the beauty becomes deformed. I’m learning to live again, to be fully in command and in appreciation of who I am, giving credence to my quirks and uniqueness. I’m not perfect and I don’t always get right on the first go, but I’m still standing and I’m still pounding the pavement. I am my own worst critic but I am also my own best support.
As January rolls into February I take a look back at a remarkable end of 2015 and a fantastic 2016 thus far. I know that there are more great things in store. I just have to be more attentive to noticing and receiving them.