Since being “outplaced” from the corporate jungle I called my
professional home for a number of years, I have found myself blissfully running my own
freelance business. I’ve noticed though that other personal things in my life (the
gym, dating, eating) seem to have fallen by the way side. I mean, who has the time for grocery shopping
when there are strategies to develop and content to create? Yes, working til 1am, peanut butter sandwiches
for dinner – this is LMM's new freelancing life.
For the most part, I understand it’s going to take time to adjust
to my new chapter. I’m sure I’ll sync
into a healthier lifestyle in due course, albeit with a touch of scurvy along the way. But the thing that’s been getting to me the most is my lack of attention on my
own personal writing, including entries on my beloved Little Miss Melbourne blog.
Determined to do something about it, I began to write a few
posts based on plentiful observations made from a weekend wedding in
Perth. Frustratingly, I couldn’t quite
get into the groove of any of them so instead switched to writing a professional post about my
great love and core focus of my business, content
marketing. Words flowed, sentences formed
and budda boom budda bing, a blog post was born.
This frustrated me even more for two reasons. One – my professional website and blog is not
yet live in order for me to publish this post.
Two – I still hadn’t written a piece for my personal blog. It might as
well have been 1am with a half-eaten sandwich sitting next to me
as I tenaciously tapped away. Admitting
defeat, I succumbed to the concept that maybe it was simply what I was meant to be writing about, right now. After all, I’d
written a piece which I thoroughly enjoyed doing and can’t wait to post on my website when it's ready.
As someone
who is always telling others to be kind to themselves I decided to take my own
advice and be happy with what I’d created. I figure that maybe, sometimes, we just need
to go with whatever happens to be working for us at the time. If that means peanut butter sandwiches at midnight or writing blogs you didn't intend on writing, so be it. Low and behold, what
do you think happened next? (Hint: You’re reading it right now.)
Don’t you just love the way things turn out?
Love,
Little Miss Melbourne xoxo