And I couldn’t be more excited! And panicked. Excited and panicked! Not the kind of busy one should buy a planner for (it’s 2011, that’s why smartphones exist), but definitely the kind one has to learn how to manage time for (something I’ve been struggling with for over two decades now).
Most of you know I work full-time but recently, I’ve started freelancing on the side to help a bit and finance the vices (that I will have to ditch soon). Eventually, I would like to just part-time (ideally, from the comforts of mi casa) and freelance on my days off. When I’ve figured out what it is I really want, I’ll go back to full-timing. I’ve talked it over with my boyfriend who also doubles as my life coach and we’ve set a minimum amount of income I need to be raking in monthly to be sufficient. It’s very doable but all very scary so I shouldn’t let the uncertainty get the best of me. I should probably get some sort of document management software, too.
I have a four-day weekend coming up and I’m aiming to squeeze in as much work as I can while keeping the amount of cigarettes and mugs of coffee consumed down to a decent, acceptable number. I’m also hoping I don’t get distracted by my couch, movies, and my favorite Disney stars (Miley, Demi, and Vanessa, if you must know).
Anyway, enough yapping. Yesterday and today, I brought out my hipster glasses hoping to snap an updated version of this photo:
Aaaand this is what I got:
Here are more utterly useless photos:
Just so you all know— I no longer leave the house wearing my fakey glasses. I’m done with that obnoxious phase.