For weeks I have been struggling. I just couldn’t find my groove. My mind was all over the place. My focus was disjointed. And my creative juices just refused to flow. There was no juice.
It was terribly frustrating.
I had lists upon lists of projects, ideas, and work I wanted to get going on. But I was not quite hitting my optimum productivity output.
As always, I was pretty hard on myself.
This in itself made productivity even more of a struggle and so began the downward spiral of feeling like a failure.
It was a Sunday, my favourite day of the week, and I took an enforced day off. I did nothing remotely work-based or creative. I had lunch with my family (hello Oreo milkshakes!), watched a bunch of Star Wars movies (hello Harrison Ford!) and enjoyed hours of cuddles with my favourite ginger tomcat (cuddles!).
I was up at the crack of dawn this morning, ate my breakfast and drank my coffee standing up, did a few stretches and then found a cosy spot in the house to start tackling my inbox (eat a frog, innit).
It’s now almost 4 hours into my work day, and yes I’m still in my pyjamas (freelancer confession right there), but I’ve dealt with a huge chunk of work. Even more encouraging is that I feel amazing!