These warm summer months always bring this feeling about. Its easy to stay in all day, and evening, and night in those cold winter months hugging a cup of coco. And I always remind myself that I get plenty of extra hours in on my work during those dark months, that when summer comes I can lighten up my load and go do more fun things, guilt free. But alas, here I am counting hours, counting precious moments of the day and mentally debating how to split them up. I am preoccupied with the possibilities of what my day would turn into if I dropped my pencil and went for a bike ride instead, or a long walk, and if I could complete that task without dwelling on the fact that I’m supposed to be structuring my time so that today is a 9-5 work day, and you don’t get to go on bike rides in the middle of your shift. It seems I’m caught in the position that every self employed person reaches at one point or another; or in my case, every other day. But maybe I come home, and work from 4 to midnight… that is still a full day, no? But what if I don’t.
Luckily for me, it just started raining, and that bike ride no longer seems applicable. Although, to go on a bike ride, you need to own a bike.