If you go through my archives, you’ll notice I’ve written about almost everything under the sun except Golf, largely because everything I say about it makes me giggle like a school girl.
Let’s take a broad look at the concept of Golf – you whack a ball with a long stick to get it in a tiny hole.
I don’t know what it is, but for some reason or another, it feels like everything is falling into place.
My blog income is growing.
I’ve signed up for online classes that will get me a degree in Web Design – something that will come in useful as I continue my freelance work and my relationship with Duke is… well, bordering on perfect nowadays.
The only thing that really breaks the monotony of my day is my boyfriends arrival for lunch, and the only time I quit working is when he gets home after work. I can’t banter about the latest work gossip, I can’t talk to someone at the other office. I’m all alone – with the dogs.
Sure, there are social networks that I can always hop onto when I’m taking a break, but nothing beats real life interaction that’s not facilitated by the a computer screen.
Sure, sometimes co-workers aren’t fun, there’s always that one with too much perfume, or another one who keeps gabbing about her failures in relationships etc. But at least it’s something (else) to do other than work.
Of course, if you work from home, no one ever thinks that you really work. Working from home somehow means that I’m not working, so I should be able to clean my house, get the groceries, take care of my dogs, get a good work out in, have dinner on the table and have the dishes cleaned and still make money.
