I’ve been fully self-employed & working from home for a few months now.
And before that I spent half a year working from home 3 days a week. I’m fairly used to it now, and my gradual transition to fully home-based definitely made it easier, but I thought I’d make note of a few ‘unexpecteds’ for anyone thinking of moving towards the work from home lifestyle (or for those who already do and want to know they’re not alone).
The Best Bits:
I can eat fancy stuff for lunch
Yep, I can spend 40 minutes making a falafel wrap, or something equally extravagant, in the kitchen for my lunch without planning it the night before. I can also go food shopping when I like (not that I do, I order it online like a hermit), and I can eat whatever I like without fear of judgement (hello chocolate cake for lunch and noodles 5 days in a row).
I can skive off when it’s sunny
Oops, I’ve done this quite a lot this Summer; but why the heck not, right? Well, one reason could be that I need to actually do some work and earn money, but I can always catch up in the evenings or weekends, which isn’t really an option in a 9 – 5 job.
I can cuddle my dog all day long
It’s totally possible to type with one hand and cuddle your dog with the other for 8 hours a day, trust me. She’s happy, I’m happy – what’s the problem?
I can wear really random clothing combinations
Laundry is not high on my priority list, so I often find that my fashion choices are somewhat questionable. But hey, it doesn’t matter when you’re not leaving the house all day except to walk the dog, right?
I can accept ALL the parcels
No more dumb trips to the Post Office to pick up my Amazon and ASOS parcels; “Just put them STRAIGHT INTO MY GRASPING HANDS AND LEAVE ME BE!”.
Yeah the postman probably thinks I’m Gollum.
The Worst Bits:
It’s hard to switch off and have ‘life’ time
I often find myself working in the evenings, because I enjoy what I’m doing and get carried away. This isn’t great when you have a partner and puppy to attend to, and generally a life to live that doesn’t involve work.
Chores go out the window
I thought I’d get more done seeing as I’m home all day, but NO the opposite happens. I’m here working all day so the last thing I want to do once I’m done is spend more time working in the house… so let’s just say the house now looks more… lived in.
I feel guilty no matter what I’m doing
If I’m out enjoying the day or doing chores, I feel guilty that I’m not working. If I’m inside working, I feel guilty that I’m not doing the chores I’m surrounded by, or out enjoying the day because I can.
Bank holidays aren’t a thing
No one is around to tell me when it’s a bank holiday, so I either miss them or get them wrong, or just don’t take them because #timeismoney no matter what day it is. This is especially true when you work internationally too, as our national holidays are all different.
Neither are sick days
You gotta work to make money (ain’t no such thing as freelancer sick pay), so you’re kind of screwed if you’re really sick. Luckily my work is 99% laptop based so I can work even if I’m bedridden, but even then, you may not actually feel like working.
The Things I Didn’t Expect But Are Kinda Okay I Guess:
I travel more than I did at my job
My job that I had for 2 years was literally 10 minutes walk from our house, so no travelling there. Now however, I’m always in my car driving here and there for meetings and for blog photo sessions!
I’m more social than I was at my job
The people at my job were great, but we all kinda kept to ourselves. Now as a freelancer I’m forced to network and meet new people in order to make money… I don’t know why I didn’t consider this happening, but yeah. I’m cool with it though!
N and I don’t step on each others’ toes like I thought we might
Figuratively obviously; I actually literally step on N’s toes all the time… sorry N. But yeah everyone asks if we get on each others’ nerves because we both work from home, but we don’t – we just get on with our work with some music in the background, and that’s it!
I don’t dread Mondays at all!
I just always assumed that working and being an adult automatically meant that weekdays would suck for the rest of my life, but alas, I was wrong! It doesn’t have to be that way at all – if you’re doing something you love it doesn’t even feel like work (*puke* I know).