I work in the mornings.
This is just the way I’m wired, for whatever reason, and I’ve learned at 31 years old to embrace this little quirk. I get up, open the laptop, and get to work. When the work is done, the playing can commence.
Except, of course, when it doesn’t work that way.
I’m typing this post at 10 o’clock at night in the front seat of my SUV, which is pulled up in front of a metal building that has a wireless router mounted to its roof. Don’t worry, I paid for this internet connection - it just doesn’t reach my campsite. Why am I racing my laptop battery long after morning?
Because I had to ride a horse at 9 o’clock this morning. And then take a scenic air tour and then go on a kayak trip around a silky lake. My life is so hard.
No, but seriously. Those things were wonderful and an essential part of my job as a travel writer, but they also really messed with my schedule. As a result, I’m going to be moving around deadlines and getting up even earlier than normal for the next couple days. I tried to work this afternoon and I look like I’m working now, but I’m definitely not in the flow.
My internal work clock, it seems, is a fickle and fragile beast.
How flexible are you? Do you have to keep a routine even if you aren’t working in an office?