This happens and I never see it coming.
Today is a Wednesday, I head out of town on Wednesday. I do this because I have the opportunity to.
My partner works in a town 45 minutes away from home on Wednesdays and I tag along and set myself up in a café there and work from there.
I started doing it so that we could go out for lunch together and we could both still work.
It became apparent that I got a lot more work done when I was at the “Wednesday office” because the house and the errands around town were not in my immediate sphere of influence. They could not influence me, nor I them.
So now, though we bring our lunch and eat in my partner’s office instead of going out these days, the company is still great and the food’s not bad and I am still spending my Wednesdays in that same café and getting things done … just not my housework or errands.
But that’s good, I get caught up on my IT work and some emails and my writing gets to be done from a spot with a familiar yet different perspective from my usual place in the recliner of my living room.
But today …
I had the opportunity of a life time, I could stay home and possibly meet the Prime Minister of Canada, my country, as a member of the press. I mean, I would likely not have actually gotten to meet him, just photograph him while my boss met him. You know, as long as the secret service or what passes for same here in Canada didn’t take my camera away, which they very likely would not have.
But I am not there. I am here. In my Wednesday office. Working away like it’s just a normal day.
Because as of yesterday I was banking on my Wednesday to help me get caught up on so many things. And no one knew that Mr. Trudeau was coming my town until last night. So I decided I needed to stick to my routine and blow off the PM.
Am I a member of an opposing political party? I am not. Do I dislike the Prime Minister? That is not the case.
Do I dislike being in crowded situations where I’m not the center of attention? Well, yes, but that wouldn’t have stopped me. In fact I would likely have tried to upstage him, but subtly so that he would have been okay with it. I mean, I like the guy, I’m a fan.
So … why?
I have a radio show to get ready by Sunday, and I haven’t started writing the script yet. I have blog posts to write. Look, you’re reading one now. And I am, at last count, seven media releases behind in my duties at my other job. And I have a bunch of audio editing to do of interviews I’ve done with musicians.
I like my country’s PM, I do, but I am a Canadian with a job, several jobs in fact, and I feel privileged.
And I feel like I don’t want to fall behind any more than I am.
My ADHD …
My ADHD brain is telling me I should have gone.
It’s telling me that all the things I need to do could just be done so quickly when I got around to them that I would never have noticed the missing day from my work schedule.
And in truth
I will regret this decision.
But I’ve had ADHD for 60 years, my entire life. And I know I would regret my decision either way.
So, regret and screw up? Or regret and get caught up?
Sorry, Justin. I hope to make it up to you some day. Maybe you could come up to the cottage for a weekend when you and I aren’t so busy, eh?