I love to work from home. And I don’t know why it took me so long to finally just admit it and proclaim it to the world. It’s just the best thing ever; but for so long when someone would ask me where I worked, I would downplay my love of working from home — as if it were embarrassing or something they would judge me for. And, to be honest, some people will judge for it. But you know what? That’s okay because I love working from home. And I have plenty of reasons to work from home.
Like most people my age, I have spent a lot of time working. Nearly 70% of my life, to be honest. And in that time, I have had a lot of experiences. In fact, I have had some of the best and worst times of my life working in an office. I still remember how proud I was to be able to walk into my first radio station wearing a business suit to work as the receptionist rather than wearing jeans to work as the DJ. It was really the first time I felt like I had an adult job. I remember that same grownup feeling when I started working as a teller inside a bank, and again when I took a job as a trainer in a call center. But I also remember how defeated I felt when I left my internship as a therapist, and how burnt out I was when I left my position as an enrollment counselor at the university.
But all those jobs had one major thing in common: no matter how good or bad the job was, I felt drained by the end of the day. The commute, the office politics, the constant fake smile plastered across my face because I had to deal with the public. Getting my makeup and hair together so I could feel halfway presentable, then, of course, taking my makeup off and washing all the stuff out of my hair. When I loved my jobs, I hated getting ready for them…and when I hated my jobs, getting ready for them was torture.
Then to top it all off, when I got to work I felt sluggish, uninspired, and ready to take a nap. Every day after lunch I would struggle to get down enough coffee to get me through the rest of the day. It took everything I had to stay focused through most of the day, and then for the last 30 minutes or so I would power through to make my deadlines before it was time to leave.
And I can’t really say that it wasn’t fulfilling work, in many ways most of my jobs were very fulfilling and I felt important. I had a lot of friends, I excelled at my positions and earned rewards and praise quite often. I was good at my job and I worked hard. The problem was that the good I felt — the pride, the significance, the pay — none of that seemed to outweigh the toll that those jobs had on me.
The nine to five job in an office just didn’t work for me.
I need the ability to get up and walk as I gather my thoughts even if it is mid-sentence. I need to be able to work when I am feeling inspired and motivated and leave work when I don’t feel at my best.
And since most office jobs don’t want you to waltz in and out just whenever you feel like it, that means I will work from home from now on.
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