I heard snoring behind me on the metro this morning as I rode into work. My eyes were closed and I even had my earphones plugged right into my ears, listening to NPR. As I do most mornings.
All I could think was, your going to miss your stop Mr.! and yup, yup, I feel ya buddy.
Does this “tired” feeling ever go away?
Yes, I know, we don’t even have any kids, but nevertheless, damn I’m tired. I spend on average 12 hours out of my weekday out of the house – commuting and at work. That is a lot of hours in a 24 hour day.
The rest of it? I sometimes cook, do laundry, shower, get ready for the next day, and if there’s any time left, get about 5 hours of sleep. Six if I’m lucky.
My weekends are made up of more cooking (sometimes – if I feel up to it), more laundry, sometimes cleaning, and running errands.
I’m definitely not one for organizing my life (please don’t insist I do it – I fail at this and I’m ok with it). My home office is a mess. You know how you have that one room in a house or that one closet or that one drawer that is always an embarrassing mess? That would be this room in our place. I think one day we’re going to be locked out of there just because of the sheer amount of mess.
It’s a little scary.
So when am I to find the time to start this photo business (and organize that room) that I’d love to get paid for? Because in all honesty – and my guess is some photographers have hit this wall at some point – paying for such services is needed at this point. As in I’d need to draw up contracts, make sure I get checks, send receipts, do taxes, and my head just exploded.
Which brings me back to square one – where do I even find the time? Can we possibly get a little more than 24 hours in a day? No?