Last night's MFA class went well. No one told me to go into picture books. Success. But despite that pepper-upper, I'm feeling the full force of freelancer's malaise today. I keep wondering what people must be thinking about me. This is never a good thing.
Hmmm...
In reality, I think we waste just as many hours of the day seated at a desk in an office as we do working from home. Actually, we may waste less at home, because at least here, procrastination comes in the guise of a thorough house-cleaning or laundry sorting. But being my own boss, I feel incredible guilt for every minute unaccounted for.
I need to pay more attention to silver linings, less to stuffing. I have the freedom, now, to go to the Hamptons Film Festival, to attend art show openings, to take the amazing MFA class. And not only that, I have the training and (occasional) confidence to network while I'm there. Which means I'm not completely not working.
Right?
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