Happens every year. I’ve been freelancing for eight years so you would think I could see this coming but every time it’s the same.
Beautiful day out, people walking around. Ice cream cones in hand.
Friends calling from nowhere. “Hey, let’s get a quick beer” at 2:00 in the afternoon (No that wasn’t today).
I practically know every trick in the book to motivate myself to getting back to work. Yet it gets me every time around.
Summertime. You can just hear that Fresh Prince song in your head now, can’t you?
There’s plenty of work to be done, a blog post to be written, emails to answer, tweets to send. Yet all I can think about is heading down to the beach and taking in that comfy 73º F (23 C) heat outside.
You know what? I’ll take the day off and I don’t even need an excuse.
Freelancing doesn’t equal job. Sure, there will always be work to be done and a good freelancer is a hard worker. Don’t take for granted, however, the advantages of time it offers you. Those moments you have to escape off and call a ditch-day are never regretted (in my experience anyway).
If you have to pull a Sunday/Monday all-nighter to get in that project on time (like I will), well, small price to pay. Fun summertime memories last a while though.
Take my lead but just don’t make it a frequent habit. THAT is bad.
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