This week I got to talking with a fellow freelancer about the strange blend of life and work we have. We both agreed that it’s almost impossible to figure out how much time you spend working since only some of it feels like work.
Instead of knowing that I’m on the clock from the minute I leave my house in the morning to the minute I return, I spend most of my waking hours thinking about my “work.” Yet within that time I have tremendous flexibility. I can run errands, read a book, spend time with my son, or walk my dog without anyone but me asking whether that’s a good use of my time. And for me, that’s the very best part of working for myself.