A Day in the Life of a (Mostly) Sane Writer
Last week, in “All Work and No Play Makes This Writer a Fairly Dull and Definitely Undateable Jane”, I shared the “That Was Then Edition” of a day in the life of a writer.
More than likely, it wasn’t quite what you expected. It certainly wasn’t what I fantasized about while trapped inside a cubicle way back when.
What happened to me is not uncommon. At this very moment in time, I guarantee that there are countless unshowered, glassy-eyed, carpal-tunneled writers and other solopreneurial types working 12+ hours from home in their pajamas.
Because they have the freedom to work whatever hours they want, they feel an insatiable need to hustle day and night. The hustle is fueled by the very real fear of running out of money and living in an old van down by the river.
If they earn enough from their work/art/passion to own an old van.
I am no stranger to solopreneurial endeavors. For twelve years, I ran an arts program for children ages 3–10. I developed the curriculum, which explored monthly themes through music, drama, movement and visual arts. I literally sang for my supper. If I didn’t fill the classes — all of which I taught myself — I didn’t eat.
I taught approximately 300 kiddos a year. That requires a lot of energy. Believe it or not, I drank even more coffee then than I do now as a writer. Go figure.
But professional kid wrangling was a cake walk compared with trying to make a living as a writer. This is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. It’s not for the faint of heart. Keep your day jobs, oh aspiring ones!
Last week, we left off with a potentially prophetic dream of me going blind and dying for my art.
That was then.
This week, I attempt to redeem myself with the much-anticipated “This Is Now Edition.”
The morning after my potentially prophetic dream, I knew that I needed to get the hell off that slippery slope of waayyyyy too much freedom and ground myself with much healthier daily rituals and routines. I vowed that as God was my witness, I would never go writer-crazy again! I voiced to my family and friends that I was committed to starting a new and improved work schedule pronto.
Yeah right. That never happened. Writers are the worst procrastinators in the work universe.
I know, I know. The “perfect” bloggers out there experience radical change overnight. Well, I think they’re about as full of crock-a-doodle-doo as your “perfect” friends on Facebook.
In real life, people try and fail. Try and fail. Try and fail again and again and again until…
They hit rock bottom and have no other choice but to pick themselves up, dust themselves off, and start all over again IN A BIG WAY.
As for me, after ignoring my better judgment and continuing to work my body and mind into the ground, I crashed and burned. Big time. Honestly, it was as epic as the corporate burnout that I had experienced 1.5 years prior.
At one point, I wondered if my nightmare had come true, and I really was dying. I barely possessed the energy to walk my dog. Even coffee didn’t do it for me anymore.
When I diagnosed myself via the Internet, I discovered that I had multiple sclerosis.
When an actual medical doctor diagnosed me, I learned that my Vitamin D3 levels were abysmally low.
That’s right. I live in The Valley of the Sun, yet I am deficient in The Sunshine Vitamin. The sunscreen advocates successfully had their way with me.
Did you know that low Vitamin D3 levels can mimic all sorts of serious health issues, lead to all kinds of scary diseases, and is officially considered a global health crisis by the world’s leading health professionals? Get your levels checked, boys and girls. This has been a PSA from The Late Bloomer Revolution.
The beauty in rock bottom is that it’s only up, out, and onward from there. Amen and hallelujah.
And thus began my quest to regain my sanity, excel at my craft, and become dateable once again.
This Is Now
(Feel free to try any and/or all of this at home.)
First, I needed to address this whole “Freedom” of Working from Home fairy tale.
Obviously, in almost every life situation, too much freedom is not a good thing. We need rules and structure in order to keep us from going all Lord of the Flies on one another.
If your memory is hazy and you can’t recall the high school literature reference, or if you never cracked a book in high school, please allow me to present a widely-known pop culture example in order to illustrate how too much freedom most often results in a train wreck.
Take a look at poor Kaitlyn on this season of The Bachelorette, the show that my sister is forcing me to watch for the first time ever.
On the outside, Kaitlyn’s world looks idyllic. What woman wouldn’t want to live in a mansion where she doesn’t have to do a damn thing all day except flirt with 20 or so exceptionally buff men?
Although in my humble opinion, the contest is down to The Battle of the Bens.
Or perhaps I should say, “Meow. Just meow.”
But have you seen the sneak previews of what’s to come??? They should probably just go ahead now and rename the show Bachelorette on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown.
Yes, ma’am. Despite the beauty of the cast, the show is about to get really ugly. Miss Kaitlyn would have been better off setting a few ground rules for herself as Amy Schumer so wisely advised her to do.
So… you know… we’ve all learned that establishing limits within our freedom is a smart idea.
One would think that I would have used my knowledge of the “freedom within limits” philosophy from my Montessori background to avoid my somewhat recent devolution into a hot mess. One would think.
But I didn’t. Because I’m human. And we all make mistakes. Just ask Kaitlyn. (The Bachelorette is television crack, I tell you!)
The good news is that when I was crawling around rock bottom, fearing death, blindness and artistic madness, I finally got the memo delivered over 20 years ago.
And just as I did with my Montessori students back in the day, I designed a Freedom Within Limits schedule for myself.
While designing this schedule, I knew that I needed to be realistic and infuse my days with slightly less hustle and much more fun.
The constant hustle wasn’t getting me anywhere. I was so burned out that I was continually spinning my wheels. I desperately needed some semblance of work-life balance, despite being brainwashed by Mark Cuban who says that writers can kiss work-life balance goodbye.
But the last time I checked, Mark Cuban is not the boss of me! I’m the boss of me. I decided to listen to my intuition and heed my own advice.
The Freedom Within Limits Daily Schedule
6:30 a.m. — 7:30 a.m. Good morning, Sunshine! Exercise does a mind and body good. Alternate cardio, strength training and yoga.
7:30 a.m. — 8:15 a.m. Walk World’s Most Precious Pooch, eat, brew espresso and shower. Get ready (dress/make-up/hair/teeth) while listening to podcasts. My current addiction: Start Up. #podcastjunkie
8:15 a.m. — 9:00 a.m. Sacred Alone Time: Inspirational reading and journaling either in my secret garden or on my bed whilst sipping a double shot almond milk latte with a splash of homemade brazil nut milk and a sprinkle of cinnamon. (Thank you, Susannah Conway, for the inspiration behind a beautiful start to the day.)
9:00 a.m. — 11:30 a.m. Sacred Writing Time. Write whilst unplugged from every electronic device imaginable. The world can and will wait.
SHORT BREAK AROUND 10:00 A.M.*
11:30 a.m. — Noon Process email. Stop by and say hi around the social media world. Put the “social” back in social media.
Noon — 1:00 p.m. Lunch. For the love of all things holy, don’t eat at the computer. Take an actual lunch.
1:00 p.m. — 5:00 p.m. Combo Platter (could include any or all of what’s listed depending on what’s in season): editing, writing, planning, e-course design, video production, sales and marketing stuff, admin tasks, and once in a very blue moon, a nap.
LONGER BREAK AROUND 3:00 P.M.*
5:00 p.m. — 5:30 p.m. Process email. More social media socialness.
5:30 p.m. — 6:00 p.m. Plan for tomorrow. (Failing to plan is planning to fail and all that jazz.)
6:00 p.m. — 6:30 p.m. Walk World’s Most Precious Pooch with friends.
6:30 p.m. — 7:30 p.m. Dinner. (Solo, with friends, or… drum roll, please… with a date. Oo la la!)
7:30 p.m. — 9:00 p.m. Evening Ritual: Tidy the house. Chillax.^
9:00 p.m. — 10:00 p.m. Unplug. All screens OFF. Wash face, brush teeth, floss. Read.
10:00 p.m. Sleep. (Like a wee babe dreaming of only pleasant things, such as the good life and keen eyesight.)
Whew. I’m feeling so much better these days.
But wait! There’s more!
A Freedom Within Limits Schedule is just the first step in the vastly improved day in the life of this writer.
Until next week…
* COMING SOON: The Fine Art of Morning and Mid-Afternoon Work Breaks and A SURPRISE REVELATION!
^ Chillaxing could include a variety of things: playing guitar, singing, restorative yoga poses, meditation, kissing (if out on a date), or even a little TV.
Back in the day, chillaxation for me meant no TV. I was so annoyingly cerebral in my 20s and 30s.
In my 40s, I decided to get over myself and started relaxing on the couch in the evenings whilst taking in an educational documentary or a cleverly written show. Occasionally, due to some sort of weird digital glitch, The Real Housewives of God-Knows-Where somehow hijacked my television.
At 45, my sister has completely taken over my viewing choices. It’s infinitely more fun this way. If you saw her running commentary via text during the shows, you’d agree. (She’s just as funny as Amy Schumer.)
How about you?
Do you infuse daily rituals or routines into your day? Which is your favorite?
What is your guiltiest pleasure TV show?
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