A few things I've discovered about the structure of my day in my new, freelance phase of life:
1. I am not a morning person. (Okay, that's not a discovery. I've always known that) But now that I work for myself, I can get up at an hour that feels most comfortable for me, which is to say 9 am or so.
2. It takes me a while to get going, between doing a few chores (emptying the dishwasher, laundry), checking Facebook, sipping coffee and going for a run
3. I agonize in those morning hours before I actually start being productive, and seriously question whether the freelance life is for me.
4. I eventually start getting productive at around 2 or 2:30 and hit a real groove between 3 and 7, after which I close my computer and marvel at how what started out seeming like a potentially wasted day turned out okay after all. Metaphor for my life?