Old Routines Die Hard

Before I was laid off from my job of almost 19 years (I was a technical writer for more than 25 years), last March, I was a creature of habit.

I would wake early, get ready for work, and head out. I liked to arrive at the office as early as possible—usually no later than 7—to get set up for the day and try to get as much accomplished before most of my colleagues arrived. I enjoyed working with my peers but wouldn't be as productive as I was when I was on my own.

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When COVID-19 shut everything down and we all found ourselves working from home, my routine didn't change much. I'd sleep in a little later but I'd still be showered, dressed, fed, and at my desk at a decent hour—no later than 8.

In the office, I liked to be done between 3 and 3:30; at home, by 4.

Now that I'm unemployed, my weekday schedule hasn't changed much. Because I'm not bound to a 40-hour week, I don't feel the need to be at my desk early. I am usually awake by 7 but will often linger in bed until 8, catching up on news, social media, and any correspondence.

I'll also play a couple of games that get my brain going.

Instead of working for a multinational corporation, however, I now work for myself, writing my novel, putting together blog posts, and editing videos for my YouTube channel. It's a non-paying job (so far) but it leaves me happier than I've been in years.

But there is a bit of a downside to this new routine. It seems to have me behaving as though I was still in the old routine.

I sometimes feel chained to my desk. I feel as though I have to be productive, somehow, between the hours of 9 and 4, or sometimes even much later, depending on whether I'm caught up in writing and don't want to lose focus.

On some occasions, when I have to run errands or have a medical appointment, I feel that I have to get back to work as soon as I can. Rarely to I tell myself, take your time: enjoy being out. A couple of months ago, when I went to the Rideau Canal for a solo paddle, on a week day, I felt as though I was playing hooky.

It felt good to be out but there was an underlying pull to get back behind my desk.

Before I was laid off, I had thoughts about retiring and how I'd have the time to do all of the things that I want to do: I'd go on trips; I'd take my kayak out whenever I wanted; I'd learn to become proficient with my drone; I'd take my camera gear and capture so many photos; I'd make a steady amount of YouTube videos.

And, I'd write what I want to write, when I wanted to write it.

So far, I'm writing, almost every day. But sometimes, it feels like as much as a job as it is a passion. I've somehow got the belief that unless I'm working at my desk, I'm not being productive.

I've gone on trips, often combining them with kayaking. But I tend to do that on the weekend, with DW, who is still gainfully employed. I haven't touched my drone very much, only taking it out when the weather is optimal (low wind) or I have a specific idea to use it.

Peru, of course, was our greatest trip in many years but it was planned and paid for before I was laid off. DW and I will be leaving on a vacation, again, on Friday, where we'll camp and kayak in some pretty spectacular places. Stay tuned for that.

My cameras have literally gathered dust. The only time I pick them up is to clean them off. Even though I've told myself that tomorrow, I'll get up early and head out with my cameras, I've never followed through.

My desk keeps calling me.

I have made more YouTube videos this year than I've made in previous years but not as many as I had hoped. I've done the editing on weekends and on weekdays, depending on when I've captured the video clips, so at least I've mostly kept that plan.

Maybe, I haven't convinced myself that I'm retired. I thought I had a few years to prepare myself—I didn't expect to retire until my 63^rd birthday—and I suddenly found myself in a position where I didn't have a job.

I had come up with the initial idea for Dark Water on the very weekend before I was laid off, and my initial reaction to my job loss was that I thought, great! I can put my full attention into writing this book.

I did throw myself into writing my crime novel and I thrived. But now that it's done, I don't want to stop. I want to start the next book right away, even though Dark Water hasn't even been submitted to a publisher.

When DW and I return from our vacation, I'm going to force myself into a new routine. I'm going to commit myself to doing specific things on specific days that keep me away from my desk. Of course, there will be days where I sit down to write but they won't necessarily be 9 to 5 time slots. I hope our vacation breaks me of the old routine.

Wish me luck. Old routines die hard.