By now, we are all tired of the phrase, “work form home”. I am even tired of seeing “WFH” as much as I am tired of the word, unprecedented.
I remember in early February, I was applying for jobs that were WFH, and I almost got an offer, but I received another one first. I could say, I lucked out. But guess what? I am still at home!
Working from home seems ideal until it becomes semi-permenant. My home was my safe haven from work, the place I could not wait to get to on that drive home. Food, couch, peace, etc. Now, I can’t wait to leave.
How am I managing you ask? Well, how am I trying to manage.
- I picked up yoga early this year
- I got used to in-home workouts
- I started a book list (shhh I haven’t bought any of the books yet)
- I started drinking more wine (coping mechanism)
- I redecorate regularly
- I cook a lot more.
Do these things help? Ehh, temporarily. I am in shape, I am more flexible, I do eat healthier, save money on food (that now goes to wine), but then I get tired of being home again. What’s even worse, we can barely use the outside.
Don’t get me wrong, there is a level of peace and freedom you get from being home. I am grateful for this peace, but DISRUPT my peace, PLEASE!
Lustrously Living 