Getting to it

I'm always amazed by just how much I can accomplish when I end up working at home - whether it be for reasons licence-renewal, Telkom or car no-go. Perhaps it's a misguided attempt to prove I am actually working, but I've torn through a huge pile of work this morning and gotten past a mental block that had me at a dead end for 2 days, held up by a "where to now?".

A year or so back I was pondering whether I'd make a good at-home / self-employed / "tele-commuting" worker, or end up distracted by all the other stuff I could be doing. Like fiddling with Olivia, or washing dishes, or sitting in the sun pondering life, or walking a dog/two. The three times I've ended up working from home have shown me that not only can I do it, but I tend to put in more of an effort, finishing things off with a flourish that I struggle to do at a desk. (I've done similar stuff sitting with the laptop out on the balcony some sunny afternoons - perhaps it's the peace and quiet?)

This isn't to say I don't get a lot done at my desk, it's rather an observation that I can focus pretty well when I need to. Even if I'm surrounded by home-style distractions.

The only thing I've found difficult today was having the kid at home too, wanting lunch, asking stuff, or simply being in the same space. Yes - I'm doing lunch now (blogging break too before I launch myself at the next big thing). But I've managed to shut out everything else to accomplish what I need to.

So here's one of those route-markers on the journey, work-related. A confirmation that I'm able to do what I wasn't sure I could. Which is a very good thing, considering what I plan for my future.