The fourth instalment in a series in which I answer the ongoing question “How do you fit it all in?”, which people ask me when I tell them what I do. Continue reading “How Do You Fit It All In? #4”
The third instalment in an ongoing series which was born of me not wanting to keep dealing with people’s incredulous looks when I tell them what I do. Continue reading “How Do You Fit It All In? #3”
One of the main questions I get asked when I tell people what I do is “How do you fit it all in?” Normally I either give them a blasé half-truth, or I try to explain the actual answer. In both cases I’m usually met with confusion or disbelief.
A few years ago I used to do a weekly round-up on this blog, which I revived last year when I was ill so my friends would have a way of checking I was still alive without me having to answer lots of messages. Yesterday I was thinking about this, and I realised it might be a good idea to continue this theme while answering the “How do you fit it all in?” question, because then I’d have somewhere to direct people who ask it.
So, here goes. This is what I did with my week, and how I fitted it all in. Continue reading “How Do You Fit It All In? #1”
Quit your day job and do what you want.
It’s screamed across the internet like a beacon of hope in a world of soulless corporate drudgery.
But I’m a realist, not an idealist, and like I’ve said many times before, sometimes running off into the sunset to live the dream doesn’t quite go to plan. Even if it does, you might not enjoy your dream life as much as you’d expected to.
People have always asked me how I manage to fit all the various things I do into my life. In the past, the answer was that I was a workaholic who could get by on four hours’ sleep a night.
Nowadays, however, I’m in my late twenties, and while that means I’m still young (right? RIGHT?!), it also means I’ve started making those little noises when I get out of chairs or bend to pick something up, and also that going to bed at a reasonable hour instead of stumbling drunkenly through the streets of Dalston at 3am seems like a perfectly good nighttime pursuit.
“You never know, might as well try” pretty much sums up my life philosophy, especially when it comes to work.
A lot of people say things to me like “You’re so lucky to have the job you have!” “You’re so lucky that you found a job when you were young and managed to keep it through the recession.”
I was in South Carolina. It was 34 degrees outside, which is the hottest I’ve ever been (I’m from Scotland, I’m not used to heat). The sun was shining and there was a glittering pool outside my window, and a giant golden sandy beach stretching for miles just across the road.
I was in Brussels. It was 20 degrees outside and on the way to the hotel I’d walked past several cafes that I wanted to try out. I was there for under 48 hours and I wanted to explore. I’d heard good things about the chocolate shops and the architecture.
I was in Dublin. It was neither 34 nor 20 degrees outside, but it was sunny and I knew there was a good whiskey place up the road. I also knew from prior experience that the Old Library at Trinity College is one of the most beautiful sights I’d ever seen, and I wanted to go back.
But I had to work. So I did. How?