["Balloons Lack Freedom" by neoliminal.]
On the weekends, I try to give myself freedom.
Let me rephrase that. I try to give myself freedom every day. If I want to stay up late, I stay up late. If I need a little longer to get ready in the morning, I take it and come in at 9:15 instead of 8:45. If I'm distracted at work, I usually let myself be distracted. But weekday freedom has many boundaries and can only be pushed so far. I can't blast music in my office. I can't run to the library to find a book I'm suddenly dying to read in the middle of the day. And in the mornings when my alarm goes off at 7:15, I frequently have to remind myself of the reasons I chose this job instead of going freelance and why it's important for me to go in today. Not every morning. But often. I just don't like 7:15.
On the weekends, I try to give myself the freedoms I don't get during the week.
Freedom to take naps.
Freedom to not leave the house.
Freedom to wear clothes that make no sense.
Freedom to cook an elaborate lunch at 4:00.
Freedom from "have to."
I do this because freedom creates the mental space that I crave. It allows me to dig deep into the subjects that have been in the back of my mind all week. It allows me to get up the courage to write frightening emails and make frightening phone calls. It allows me to recharge my introvert spirit after a week of too much interaction. And for some reason, at about 5:00 every Sunday night, freedom makes me actually want to clean up my office.
Let me rephrase that. I try to give myself freedom every day. If I want to stay up late, I stay up late. If I need a little longer to get ready in the morning, I take it and come in at 9:15 instead of 8:45. If I'm distracted at work, I usually let myself be distracted. But weekday freedom has many boundaries and can only be pushed so far. I can't blast music in my office. I can't run to the library to find a book I'm suddenly dying to read in the middle of the day. And in the mornings when my alarm goes off at 7:15, I frequently have to remind myself of the reasons I chose this job instead of going freelance and why it's important for me to go in today. Not every morning. But often. I just don't like 7:15.
On the weekends, I try to give myself the freedoms I don't get during the week.
Freedom to take naps.
Freedom to not leave the house.
Freedom to wear clothes that make no sense.
Freedom to cook an elaborate lunch at 4:00.
Freedom from "have to."
I do this because freedom creates the mental space that I crave. It allows me to dig deep into the subjects that have been in the back of my mind all week. It allows me to get up the courage to write frightening emails and make frightening phone calls. It allows me to recharge my introvert spirit after a week of too much interaction. And for some reason, at about 5:00 every Sunday night, freedom makes me actually want to clean up my office.
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This week I participated in the Money Hacks Carnival over at Bible Money Matters. I'm the first one in the section "Top Hackers," associating me with the infamous Adrian Lamo. Whoo!
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