Finding a daily coda
As the nights have started to draw in in London, it’s become more difficult for the dog and I to enjoy our daily coda: an early evening walk among the returning inner-city workers.
This marked the shutting-down of the computer and the opening-up of a book, the arbitrary separation between work and everything else that is an ongoing challenge of self-employment.
We know that more people work flexibly, that the 9-5 is outmoded. But we’re drawn to the structure it gives: ‘I have worked for eight hours and thus I am productive.’
Yesterday we went for a stroll in the late afternoon because I’d done all I set myself up to do for the day.
How about we all just stop - each meeting, each project, each day - when we’ve done enough?