Reclaim your weekend
I stumbled upon Lucy Mangan’s article for the Evening Standard a few weeks ago, and it stuck.
Those of you who also have the benefits of a flexible job will understand exactly how it feels to not have a weekend.
Okay, so I don’t also have to added pressure of family life to deal with like most other working women (God knows how you all do it, I am in awe), but I get it.
On the one hand we have the complete luxury of working the hours that fit in with our lifestyle (within reason), which sounds absolutely amazing, except that most of us are semi-workaholics who without the boundaries of a strict 9-5 office routine, end up working hours and hours overtime without really giving it a second thought.
For example, the occasional working from home is pretty fab. The only problem is I end up starting work at about 6:45am when I get home from the gym and don’t stop until I go to sleep. Which is completely my own fault, but you get the picture.
The days when I am at the office I leave when I should, then get home and continue working until I go to sleep. Brilliant.
Flexible working also means waving goodbye to a relaxing weekend. Gone are the days where I sleep past 7am because of the million social alarms reminding me that I have to live post and keep track of our social platforms instead, (social media never has a day off so we don’t either y’all).
Something else I’ve found (which I can imagine affecting everyone who has multiple ‘hobbies’ alongside their job), is that no matter how hard you try, you honestly cannot spend a day doing ‘nothing’. Heading off for a family lunch somehow turn into a five page restaurant review. Nipping to Tesco to get milk becomes full on lookbook shoot of your new shoes. AND IT NEVER STOPS!
I actually found myself staring at a family on the way to the park this weekend because I just could not imagine what the parents did with all that free time while the kids played- Do they take work with them? A camera? A notebook? Laptop? ANYTHING?
What I actually learnt from Mangan’s article, is that apparently people actually enjoy taking time out to watch their kids run around eating mud. Fancy that!
I also learnt that perhaps it was time to do something for myself, instead of doing ‘challenging things that’ll help me grow as a person.’
So I did ‘nothing’.
I went to the gym, cooked porridge, moisturised my face, tried on my boyfriend’s clothes, bought flowers and sat around reading, and it was kinda great. I had all this free time to sit on the sofa (whoa) and I can’t remember the last time I read anything off the tube.
I even almost understood the same kind of lazy joy my boyfriend must feel when he sits around watching the football in his pants. Almost.
Ironic then that this ‘nothing’ day has become something to blog about…
Hmm. Maybe this will take some practice…