It’s much harder to concentrate at night. For me, at least.
It’s much more tempting to shop online, read blogs, check celebrity news … hmm, who was Mindy Kaling’s ex? … Then you slap yourself and remember that you’re wasting time. Your manta must become: “The longer I frig around on the internet, the longer I’m going to be sitting here.”
The only real benefit is that you’re not snacking in front of the TV, so I’ll go as far to say that working late = skinny? Maybe? Hopefully?
You are wasting your precious kids-in-bed time, and it’s sad. What a sad, sad, sad waste of a few hours of free time. The TV is lonely. The couch is crying fuzzy tears.
You don’t get overtime when you’re self-employed. You just get … to stay employed.
I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m journalist and blogger in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have an 8-year-old son and a 6-year-old daughter, I married my high school sweetheart, and this is the story of my handmade life.
I have depression and anxiety, and I fight like hell every day to keep it from taking over my life. Making things isn’t just a hobby — it’s part of what keeps me alive.
Whether I’m decorating a room, busting out my power tools to build furniture, getting muddy in the pottery studio, sewing clothes for my kids, or cross-stitching a swear word, I’m all about using my creativity to craft a life I love.