Working on a Saturday, part two

Waaaaaaaaaay back in January, I wrote a post about working on a Saturday. That time around, I was hanging out in the lobby of the awesome Ace Hotel, working on a not-for-the-Internet's-eyes, not-actually-being-paid-to-work project, something I really wanted to be doing. 

I'm disappointed to report that nearly eight months later, that project still hasn't been completed, much as it's still important to me. The Elizabeth Gilbert quote I reference in that post - "Stop going to the hardware store for milk" - is somehow still true, and I haven't quite been able to quit looking down every single aisle of hammers and screws and paintbrushes for something I've known all along isn't there.

Which partly explains why this particular Saturday, I was working again, only this time, I was literally working, literally sitting at the same desk I'd just spent the entire week in, working on a big deliverable for next week. I didn't technically need to be there, so I really can't complain, but I knew I'd feel better if I could make a healthy start on it before the craziness of next week.

Suffice it to say, it wasn't my ideal Saturday afternoon, but you know what? It wasn't that bad. The rain outside meant I didn't have to waste a sunny weekend afternoon, and best of all, I had the place to myself. An office that's usually crawling with a couple hundred people had only one of those people in it, and that person was ME! I could have turned cartwheels down the hallway! Now that I think about it, I should have turned cartwheels down the hallway!

And in a way, it was kind of ... nice. There was no one there to bother me. There was no ringing phone or emails coming in to interrupt me. It really wasn't so bad!

So I guess my Happy Moment for the day - clichéd though it may be - is this: sometimes fear of a thing really is worse than the thing itself. Even being in the office on a Saturday doesn't have to be all bad. Maybe I don't need to overthink how bad something surely must be before I  just crack on and do it. 

And maybe, just maybe, I'm a little bit closer to finding my milk.

Love,
Joëlle