I find that working from home is both a blessing and a curse. On the one hand, I can go straight from my bed to my office, I always have access to free coffee and healthy food, I set my own schedule, and if I want to do something that might seem weird in public (like doing assisted pull-ups under my desk, or singing loudly along to Samantha Fox) nobody’s there to see it.
But on the other hand, I’m always alone. If I decide to go back to bed after my boyfriend’s left for work, nobody will notice. If I spend my day watching TV instead of producing, I’m the only one who berates myself for it. It doesn’t matter if I spend my whole day writing in my underwear. Morning meetings with myself, though blissfully brief, are not very exciting. And I really miss having someone to talk to during lunch.
I have some tricks to make myself more accountable: I write detailed to-do-lists, which makes me feel accomplished and makes sure I don’t forget to do anything. I make routines for myself and try to keep them. I try to have nice coffee dates or scheduled runs with people to avoid spending all my time alone. And since I have no curtains, and there’re often workers walking by my windows, I usually wear pants. But despite all that, I still find myself wondering if I should try to find a place to go to write where I’m not alone all the time. Writing from home is a solitary experience.
Do any of you work from home? Do you love it or hate it?