As a freelancer, I can organise my own time. Want to lie in? I can. Want to go out till late on a worknight? I can. But the more freedom you have, the more constrained you are.
Whereas I used to have weekends to relax, now, I find myself working through them on a regular basis. Scheduling time to have fun with mates means eating into my working day (particularly as my body clock is so warped that it thinks it's lunchtime at 8pm) Taking a holiday is a way harder choice when it's my own meetings I'd need to reschedule - I can't just send someone else from my office to sell in a feature. Even if I had an office with other people in it to send.
However, I'm determined to book a holiday. OK, I've been determined to book a holiday since January but now I'm really determined. Enough to even start looking at some prices (well, I will when I finish typing this).
Not sure where I want to go. At the moment, vague ideas include a health spa (relaxing but very expensive) Dublin (gorgeous and quite cheap but rainy) New York (glam, people to see there but too urban to be relaxing) San Francisco (looks fun but evil anti-smoking policies) and anywhere with white beaches, blue seas, sunny weather but no truly toxic insects or anglicised cafes littering the place with leaflets offering 'Genuine English food'.
Chances are, I'll spend an hour looking at loads of sites, decide it's all too expensive and that I can't afford the time off work. Then go out and blow loads of money on expensive beauty products at the weekend to make myself feel better.
Posted by emilyd at October 03, 2002 10:46 PM