What??!!?? No Ice Cream?
I don’t know about you, but before I began freelancing full time I used to have to walk from the parking garage to my office, climb and descend stairs, walk through a 4 building office compound for meetings and look presentable. Now, I can roll out of bed, take 10 sleepy steps and be in my new office. My hair can be…um…just woke up hot mess? My make up can be…wait, what’s make up? My body can be more Body by Ben and Jerry’s than Body by Jake.
So take some time each week to take care of your hot mess of a self. Leave the house, go get a facial, put on clothes that don’t have pit stains–you have spouses and friends who don’t want you to look like a homeless person.
I do?
You know, you’ve touched on a serious problem here. I tried to leave the house yesterday in one of my favorite shirts only to realize that somehow a giant hole had manifested in the back. And I’m not talking pinhole. I’m talking someone-tried-to-knife-me-but-only-managed-to-ruin-my-shirt-hole. The sad part is, I wouldn’t have noticed it if my husband hadn’t been home.
Good tip.