Putting MY Work First

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As I reflected on my yesterday, I became aware of my work habits. Now, each of my tasks yesterday demanded similar amounts of intellectual energy and attention. Therefore, I could not decide what to prioritise based on a sliding scale of easy to hard. Instead, I began with the tasks I liked. I figured, completing these items would whet my appetite enough to continue with my tasks. 

It wasn't until the end of the day that I realised that, while the tasks I liked and the tasks I didn't were all basically the same things, I chose to begin the day with the work that didn't pay me. I chose to start the day with work for which there is no deadline because it is my work. I chose to start the day by working for me. 

I've NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE!

First, for a person as money anxious as I am, I should have done the work that paid first. I should have given it my attention yesterday. I should feel guilty, and yet, I don't. I feel oddly at peace with the choices I made. Perhaps because I trust myself and my capabilities to get the work done? This takes me to...

Secondly, I have spent my entire life structuring my life around the needs of others and placing myself and my work second. To the extent that there were days when I would achieve my personal goals, but not the goals of others and I'd feel like it was a wasted day. To finally place myself and my desires first, and to be completely unaware of it until later is amazing! To finally value myself as a priority and not feel guilty, or like it is a waste is a real sign of progress that I want to celebrate. One of my goals this year was to learn how to listen to and respond to my needs. And I'm glad that I finally am. 

So this is me, celebrating my win! Immortalising this experience on the internet, so that I will never forget a day where I put myself first, and the world didn't burn. More than this, I want to use this as a challenge to keep doing it again and again. To keep prioritising myself, and to embrace my rhythms. 

Yay ME!

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