Yesterday was my first day working from home. I had a schedule and some goals and I halfway tuck to it but ended up modifying it a bit to go with what felt right. I made some different things than I had originally planned to make but I had to go with my instincts as opposed to following the schedule. I don't think creativity can be scheduled so I suppose I should make really loose schedules if I am to make them at all!
I allowed messes to happen. Scraps started to pile up.
This is my only co-worker at my new job:
She's more hindrance than help sometimes...
She has to let me torture her as payment.
I wanted to feel, at the end of the day, like it was productive and successful. I think I worked a bit too slowly but it was 91 degrees out today and we don't have air conditioning. It was harsh.
As the piles on the floor started to build, I could tell I was actually doing something. Maybe my measures of success will be based on how large of a mess I make each day?
Petals being cut for a Peony bouquet.
Today is my day 2 of working for ME. I'm a pretty good boss so far but I won't take any slacking off so I've gotta get to work!!