I’ve (almost) completed my first week of being in private practice, and I have to say – so far, so good! I was worried I’d lose my mind from too much freedom (like when I was unemployed a few years ago), but I’ve actually been somewhat busy, which is fantastic. There’s definitely been more downtime than what I’m used to, though.
Hopefully, I’ll soon have a full caseload of clients and my day will naturally be more active. But until that happens, here’s what a typical day has been looking like for me:
7:30 – Wake up and curse the morning’s arrival, just like every other day
7:30-8:29 – Put on make up, run a rake through my unruly hair, and get dressed
8:30 – Decide it’s time to leave my apartment to begin my 45-minute commute to the office
8:30 – Remind myself that I’m too anal about scheduling and time, because I always think that I need to leave super early in case there’s a car accident or earthquake or avalanche on the way, and then there’s never any kind of disaster, so I arrive to my destination way too early, and end up feeling bored as I wait for my first client to show, and then have remind myself for the millionth time that I could be a little more laid-back. I can leave in a few minutes.
8:30 – Leave for work.
10:00-10:50 – Intake session. As my client is leaving, she mentions she’s headed to a popular kolache joint down the street from the office
10:50-11:00 – Daydream about kolaches
11:00-12:00 – Finish completing paperwork and updating my calendars. Feel I deserve a kolache as a reward.
12:01 – Mentally congratulate myself for choosing not to get a kolache. I’m so healthy and grown-up.
12:01-12:45 – On the commute back home, have this argument in my head:
Rational Brain: “Okay, we’re not going to spend the afternoon watching TV. Think of something productive to do.”
Irrational Brain: “Netflix!”
Rational Brain: “NO! No. Let’s work on the book. You haven’t done that in awhile.”
Irrational Brain: “Or…. we could bake cookies.”
RB: (rolls eyes) “No. You got to bake yesterday.”
IB: (rolls eyes) “That was banana bread. This is cookies. They’re very different.”
RB: “Yes, I KNOW there’s a difference between —- Okay, you know what, we’re getting off- topic. Why don’t we compromise? You can bake the cookies, and while they’re in the oven, you can do something important, like –“
IB: “BAKE MORE COOKIES!”
RB: “For the love of God, STOP IT with the cookies!”
RB: “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled. But you really need to get some things done.”
IB: (thinks for awhile) “I could…send an email to that one person about that one thing.”
RB: “Yes! That’s good! What else?”
IB: “I could…turn on Netflix and watch it while I dust the living room?”
RB: “Not the best, but I’ll take it.”
1:00-1:30 – Stop at the grocery store for a prescription and some lunchmeat. Leave with more Ferrero Rocher chocolates than any normal human being would require. Remember that I didn’t get a kolache earlier, and feel justified in my purchase.
1:30-1:45 – Make a to-do list for the afternoon. Spend inordinate amount of time making the wording look fancy.
1:45-2:00 – Call the licensing board to notify them about my change in address. Become so hypnotized listening to the “hold” music, that I temporarily forget why I’m calling and feel startled when someone finally answers. Spend fifteen minutes on hold, only to be told that change of addresses now have to be completed online. Consider setting fire to things.
2:00-3:00 – Accidentally lose a big chunk of time on meaningless activities. Not even sure what I did here.
3:00-4:00 – Watch Joe Biden be awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom. Feel weepy and proud, as though I know him personally. Also feel a little jealous, as though maybe I should have won the medal myself. Cheese blogs save lives, too, you know.
4:00-6:00 – Watch a marathon of That 70s Show and remember for the millionth time that I don’t find the show very funny and in fact, almost find it irritating, and yet, I can’t seem to stop watching it. I’m stuck in an infinite loop of terrible characters and weak plots.
6:00-7:30 – Play Sudoku on my phone. Feel triumphant when I beat my previous scores. Take that, lesser self!
7:30 – Turn off TV and put away phone in an effort to ground myself. Lament about today’s youth being too connected to technology. Open new library book.
7:38-10:30 – Watch more of That 70s Show.
10:30 – Go to bed suddenly feeling anxious that I didn’t get enough done during the day, and that maybe the whole world will fall apart unless I check my work email RIGHT NOW, so I check it and there’s nothing there, so I feel a little relief, but then the light from my phone sends a message to my brain that it’s time to be awake now, because that’s how brains work, so now I’m too alert and twitchy and I spend half an hour trying to relax, but I feel like I don’t deserve to be relaxed because I didn’t do much today. Resolve to be more productive tomorrow.