I have to write a report for work.
Strangely, I'd even rather face my writer's block and come on here to write a blog than finish off that report. I've even gone for a quick 3 mile run this evening, even though I promised myself a break from exercise as I haven't been feeling so well. Anything I can do to avoid the report, I have done. Blogging is my last resort.
I am now in the position where I can work from home when I feel that it is appropriate (two promotions in less than 4 months has flown me into this wonderful I.T. professional role within my organisation where I can actually do things like work from home, or go to business conferences etc).I thought working at home would be fun. It's not. And it's certainly not skiving off. I did more work today than I would if I'd been at the office, simply because I didn't want to abuse my manager's trust.
I have been working on this report all afternoon and it still isn't finished. I'm exhausted!! But, yet, I still feel like I should have something more substantial...a draft. A first draft, at least.
Getting a writer who suffers from chronic, debilitating writer's block to write a report is like asking someone who is afraid of heights to jump off a bridge. It doesn't compute. There are words trapped somewhere, but they refuse to budge.
You might be able to guess, but my life has changed considerably since I last blogged. For a start, I finally feel like I'm doing a job that I can sink my teeth into. A mature job. With a pension. It's taken a lot of bloody hard work to get there (not that I tell people how hard I work). There have been tears. There has been stress. But I made it.
Perserverence is everything.
Which is why, even though I have been avoiding it, I will finish this report before I go back into the office tomorrow.
I just have to find the right words...