WFH should WFU

Thankfully, I am able to work from home on occasion a privilege that allows me to get so much done since I am not interrupted by knocks at the door, doors opening and closing, my pager going off, the overhead announcer paging someone, the constant sound of phones ringing, the ring of the fire alarm, the…well you get the picture. Though I’ve worked at home before when I had my own business, working from home as part of a full time job presented some unexpected challenges. My laptop never seemed to lose its glow. It dominated me, claimed prime weekend time, slept in my bed. The cell phone battery was like a junky needing a constant recharge. It too found a spot under the covers. I was always working, constantly connected and just like in the days when I smoked cigarettes, turned over in the morning and immediately reached for a fix. Working from home was not working for me; it was time for an intervention.

Instead of turning on the computer when I wake on a WFH morning, I go out for my walk or schedule an early workout. Connecting with nature gives me a kick that I can’t get from booting up an inanimate object. Lunch is no longer spent with one hand picking up a utensil while the other plucks over the keyboard. I stop to make or take lunch sometimes leaving to go out for a meal either alone or with a friend who is not a business associate. A stroll through a local museum, the outdoor summer concert or one of the many books I’ve yet to make time to read engages my senses as I disengage from all things electronic for an hour. Recently, I hired a yoga instructor (http://www.yogaforliberation.com/) who brings everything but the mat to my abode and for 60 minutes I’m in 7th heaven. As I relax here in goddess pose (my new favorite asana) with the Delly on my belly (yes I know this is counter to the practice, shutting it off as soon as I finish these last few lines), I am counting down the days until I again WFH so I can OMMMMMM again with her.
namaste and…

keep your peepers open! ®