I use to work from a home office, with my own space, my hours ( which usually meant me working from 7 am till 3 am the next day, because leaving something till the next day is just not my style).
But after careful consideration and my body simply not being able to keep up anymore, I decided it was time for a new challenge. I still do the odd little bit of work for myself like I use to, but it is so little I am able to fit it in , in under an hour in the mornings.
I used those two hours to sit back and enjoy a cup of tea, a muffin and a good book. It’s the kind of pick me up that I needed to make it till the 3 am, because of the line of work I did I craved that little bit of happiness to block out the sadness I had to deal with.
Then I started my new job, and oh, oh, I no longer have those precious two hours to read. Of course my new job involves making people happy, and I mean really happy because it’s a huge milestone for them, so I will be the first one to say I don’t crave the seeking of happiness from a book anymore to counter sadness.
So it comes down to literally only being able to sit down and read one book a week on a Sunday after church. It is a complete and utterly frustrating new adjustment for me and I am yet to find a way to handle the truly horrible loss.
Tell us in the comments : What about you? Have you ever had a schedule change that greatly affected your reading time and how did it make you feel?