So I labored. Four hours Saturday. Three hours Sunday. Five hours today. It was the beginning of my work on the latest Big Project. I had to come up with four different ways to sell the same service -- to 25 to 35-year-olds, 36 to 50-year-olds, 51 to 60 year-olds, and those 60+. That was only Phase One.
Phase Two is an 8-page brochure about the service. I don't have the input I need to start on this yet. It's due 9/11. I don't see how that will happen. The stress is making me très nerveux.
I used to get off on the deadlines. But after 40 years of doing this, I'm just upset and resentful.
Oh, well. The good thing about working from home is that I was able to pound away on my laptop while the Cub games were on. They're still in first place, having squeaked out two wins against the Cardinals in this five-game series.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
I had to really force myself not to work on school this weekend. There is so much I wanted/needed to do. But I think the break did me some good.
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