Just a normal Tuesday morning
Hedonic adaptation still baffles me. The fact that no matter what happens in our lives: great or horrible, our happiness level quickly stabilizes and in my case returns to neutral. I’ve been working from home for 6 months and I’m sad to say this has happened.
I’m still absolutely in love with working from home. Waking up when I feel like it instead of to a blare of the alarm (I usually wake up before my alarm now), putting on comfy clothes or even pjs, not rushing to shower, pick an appropriate outfit, back lunch and breakfast and rush out the door. No commute, no act while in the office, no plastering a smile on my face. Being in my home I created with my partner, cooking breakfast and taking real breaks. It’s truly a dream…a dream I hate to say I’ve become used to. When I took this job I knew my client would be difficult and said “I can handle anything while on my couch in my pjs” and that’s still true to an extent, but I don’t feel the same walking on air feeling I used to. And I’m disappointed that I don’t despite knowing this is how humans work :).
I’m starting to feel a similar stress I felt in NYC when I had difficult clients…though upon reflection this one might be the most difficult I’ve ever had. It’s starting to wear on me and this client’s demands and requirement that I always be available combined with the fact that our 1 bedroom is now also my office it’s becoming harder to separate my life and realize that it is more than responding to this client’s demands. I’ve been trying to set boundaries with her and so far that’s worked to an extent. I’m just tiring of it :). Unlike all my previous positions I’m not sick of the company or the job – just one client specifically. I’m trying to find my zen and acknowledge all the things I love about my life every day. I’m working on it and I’ll have to acknowledge the unfortunate reality of my brain. I’m back at zero.