Well here it is, 6.06am and I'm in my office. Working, doing my job. It's dark outside actually. Thats one of the good things about having an office at home. If I start at 6am I can be finished by 10am and have the whole day to spend as I like. Well besides the washing, cleaning, cooking, shopping, driving kids around part of it.
I've been lucky I've been able to work from home. I have never had family around to help raise my kids and my husband works long hours so if I worked a 9 to 5 job, they would have spent a fair bit of time in daycare. But people don't consider it a "real" job. Because I haven't had to get up and race about in the morning to go and sit in an office somewhere for 8 hours every day, it's not real. Friends, family, acquaintances throw out these comments that made me start thinking I was spending my time on frivolous frippery. Things like:
I don't have the time to commit to maintaining a blog
You must have so much spare time
Oh yes but you have time to do that
Photoshop is such a time waster
So I began to think, wow, maybe I am wasting my time. Maybe I should get a second job. So then I could have my not real job and a real job as well. I could get paid a lot of money to sit in an office and do someones accounts and tax and workers comp and superannuation and other thrilling things like that. But then I thought – you know what, I don't think I can commit eight hours a day/5 days a week to a job I don't even really like. That would be a waste of my time.