A couple weeks ago, I celebrated my one-year anniversary of working freelance. I find that hard to believe, that I survived one year. I can’t even begin to explain how much I’ve learned, from good accounting practices to marketing myself and a zillion other things I never thought I’d have to worry about. I’ve also learned things about myself, things that maybe aren’t so flattering.
For example, I chronically over-commit myself. Those first few months were horrifying, not knowing how I was going to pay bills, not knowing if I’d land any work, that sort of thing. So I ultimately took on way too much So much, in fact, that I haven’t had a work-free weekend or a good night’s sleep in… about a year. I’m trying to figure out where to cut back and how to fix this situation.
Okay, but – you’re probably wondering – what does this have to do with a dog blog?
Over the last year, Emmett and Lucas barked while I was on conference calls. They had to go out RIGHT NOW when I was trying to meet a crushing deadline. Emmett stared me down at 5:30 every single night, reminding me not-so-subtly that it was time to feed him. And Cooper. Cooper, since he joined our family in November, hasn’t allowed me to complete more than 15 minutes of work in a row without having to pull something out of his mouth, redirect him from chewing on the furniture, rush outside for frequent bathroom breaks (especially in those first few months), and many, many, many other distractions.
Really, they drive me insane because whenever I need to focus, they need to go outside or they need to bark at the poor UPS man or they need… something. My days, especially since Cooper has been here, run in fits and starts.
But without those distractions, how much worse would this last year have been? Without reminders to get up, to move, to take breaks, I probably wouldn’t!
So even though they make me crazy on a minute-to-minute basis, when I consider the big picture, they’re really, truly saving my sanity.
Now, someone please remind me of that when I’m tackling this week’s flood of deadlines…
Tell me: Do your dogs drive you insane? Or keep you sane? Or both?