What am I doing?

Am I having an existential crisis or is this mid-life?

I’ve been having an inner voice conversation with myself for a while about substack. I love it as a platform - the variety of posts, the freedom it seems to offer to writers and creatives, a space where introverts don’t need to be pointing and dancing on camera. It’s been inspiring me to explore my creative side.

But my debate has been around what would be my point of showing up here.

This year I’ve been experimenting, building new habits and generally trying to make the most out of the fact that I run my own business so I can create a rhythm that works for me. Since starting that business in 2020/21, I’ve ‘never’ worked Fridays. Except I have. It became the mop-up day, the content day or it was used for house and life work.

I realised all the things that were just for me were being put on hold.

Then over Christmas I read Four Thousand Weeks by Oliver Burkeman and something clicked. I knew I had to start reclaiming my time. But wasn’t sure how.

In a wonderful moment of synchronicity I wa…