I wouldn’t say “yes” otherwise. We have a long standing work relationship and I’m always grateful for the chance to make money at home while listening to Pandora, and totally eating Bon Bons, if I can figure out what Bon Bons actually are.
It was a little weird, wasn’t it? I mean I was here, but I was there, and I kinda wasn’t here, and I was totally there, and I really missed being the commentative (is that a word?) and enthused blog reader/blogger that I usually am. You know what else I missed? Photography! Luckily the weather was so lousy that I didn’t start getting spring photo shoot calls and emails until the last week or so. And so I was able to say to all of them, “Yes” again! I am getting back into the swing of things.
Data entry is a little weird on the brain. I had to set aside time to do it daily, but it really ramped up at the end when I realized I had skipped days here and there for house guests or photo shoots or viruses. I went from doing it for 3-4 hours a day, to 5-6 hours a day. That may not seem long, but I have two very active children and many other things I like to do! I’d be doing data entry, and bombs would be exploding around me. Time would be passing and there would be arguments and clients who needed photos and illnesses and stressors, and still – I’d be inputting data. Sometimes with a pounding heart, no less, but I just couldn’t stop. Tears would be streaming down my face. My fingers would ache. My back would be bent at unnatural angles and my head would throb. Pounding heart, headache, tears = still doing data entry. I couldn’t stop. I was on a tight schedule every day. I would go and take breaks and have fun and work on myself and write emails and comment on some blogs, no matter how slowly, but data entry was always there and looming. I guess that’s how jobs usually go anyway.
Data entry is a funny bird because it’s something relatively easy – inputting data into a spreadsheet – and most people can do just that. Yet emotionally and mentally? 100 hours of it? Only the strong survive! Or maybe the half strong? A quarter strong?
Data entry is always its own strange and wonderful story. It will open doors for me, I hope. I will do it again. For now, though, I rest! And I get back into feeling weightless and enjoying life. Through house guests and parties and incredible encounters. Through play dates and date dates and other such incredible encounters that end with “date.” Ice cream date? Cookie date? I’m ready to put myself into my life 100% again. I’m ready to be back. I’m ready to feel the way my kids so clearly do: