As much as I love my work, it can be too much of a good thing. It was today.
Even though I work alone at home, I am surrounded every day by virtual people, otherwise known as email. Right now I have 100 messages in my in-box that I have glanced at and know that I have to answer or link on my website or write an article about. But there’s just not enough time in a normal work-day.
My work is fascinating. I am working on writing about so many earth-shattering developments that I can hardly keep track of them. I’ve lost track of all the articles that I need to research and write about.
A couple of months ago I realized that like everyone else in America I could outsource some of my work to India. Now I have a two programmers in Bombay who are working hard to improve my website. I can afford it, because ads from Google and HealthCentral are finally becoming lucrative.
So I’ve taken that work of coding web pages off my table. I can concentrate on the more interesting research and writing. That helped, but even all the ideas in my head have become overwhelming.
Sometimes I say that I am semi-retired. But I feel like I am working more than full time.
Since I’m self-employed, I can tell my job to shove it without the usual dire consequences. This afternoon that’s what I did.
I had to get away to the mountains. I hadn’t been hiking away from the plains and the foothills ever since Karen and I hiked together to Emerald Lake a couple of weeks ago.
So I decided to go up beyond Nederland to the Caribou Ranch Open Space at about 8,600 feet, 3,000 feet higher than here. I hadn’t been there since the summer. Now, almost all of the trail was covered with an inch or two of snow, and no one else was around.
It was cold, but not windy. If there is anything I hate, it’s the wind. Yesterday was warm, but windy, so I stayed at my desk all day.
Hiking clears my brain. The weatherman predicts more snow tomorrow. I am prepared to work instead of hiking.