It feels like the people of the world are holding our collective breath, awaiting some kind of massive reprogramming, to help us cope with—or, if we’re feeling optimistic, thrive in—the new reality that’s building itself around us.
Still, I’ve got bills. And a family. And responsibilities. And no survival skills or knowledge about subsistence farming. So I can’t just tap out. What I can do, though, is try to recharge.
So, this week, instead of productivity, I decided to focus on things that make me happy.
Task: Logging off and logging out.
Except I didn’t actually decide to not focus on work this week. It just happened.
One of the major drawbacks to working from home is that you can’t leave work at work when you leave the office; home is the office. That can be a big problem if you’re not meeting your productivity goals, because any negative feelings you have seep from your work space into your home space, and from your work time into your off time. That happened to me this week, and it was rough.
Not only was I not productive, I was also a nightmare to be around. I was irritable and antsy, but I couldn’t decide on how to blow off steam. More accurately, I struggled with letting myself take the time to blow off steam, because I felt like I should have been devoting my time to being productive (except I couldn’t be productive because I needed to blow off steam; I was like some kind of WFH Sisyphus).