“I spend a lot (probably too much) of time at home.
As a freelance writer, most of my days used to begin with a casual wake-up initiated by my internal alarm clock and a sluggish relocation from my bed to the kitchen table. Sometimes, I feared I might need to have the “I know it looks like I haven’t moved from this spot since you left, but I promise I have” talk with my roommates.
Basically, I can be a sad excuse for an “adult” who thrives most when there’s tangible proof that I have completed a task.
What I needed was something to foster and take care of, something that would inspire me to log off Twitter for a millisecond, something that would make my surroundings more stimulating, but something that was not as high-maintenance as an animal or a small human because, please, I’m not there yet.”
Read the full story at: “Philly.com“
