And the Day Stretcheth Before Me Like a Endless Stream of Molasses
Ah, 9 pm already - where has the day gone? A morning visit, a couple of phone calls, a spaghetti lunch, an iced coffee at a cafe, a trip to the library, an hour at a yoga class, a spaghetti dinner, a brief computer session - and there be Tuesday, August the sixth, two-oh-oh-two in Ren�e Ruel’s life.
Ya see, I’m now among the barely-employed self-employed. As one who’s almost always had a steady job, I’ve finally decided to drum up the courage (or the foolishness, according to my dad) to leap into the world of teaching ESL full-time, which, when you’re a new teacher like myself, is hardly a full-time proposition. I feel like the gal who’s finally dove into the pool only to find the weekend is over and everybody has already towelled off and is back to work.
There’s a restless social butterfly fluttering inside me, and I hardly know where to begin with the start of a new day. It obviously takes a lot of discipline to structure a workday around eight hours of “endless possibility”. I will not watch daytime television, I will not watch daytime television…I repeat to myself, lest I fall between the cracks in the futon which aren’t there. Before the attack of version #2,405 of the common cold, I had started running for forty-five minutes in the morning to get a kickstart on the day. After running two mornings in a row, I thought I was on a roll…But what about the other seven hours and fifteen minutes??
I’d love to hear from those of you who have successfully made the transition from full-time employment to Happy, Productive Self-Employment. Tips? Suggestions? Is there a better way to get one’s daily social fix other than hanging out at Second Cups drinking $4.10 iced lattes (which is more than my daily wage at the moment…) Please write. I promise to check my e-mail. I think I’ll be able to find a few spare moments….
Posted on August 06, 2002 09:06 PM