I Work In My Truck Outside Of Whole Foods

Responsibly socially distanced, using free wi-fi, but out of my damn house for a little while at least. Sounds good. Doesn’t it.

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Fresh hot tea, full water bottle, fully charged computer and devices, headphones, and my notebook. I gather my work things together surreptitiously so my kids don’t notice I’m up to something. I’ve even worked out and showered today. It’s one of the good days.

Then it’s a quick goodbye to my kids who are finally being allowed their hour of screentime, and my bewildered husband who came home to give me a break from the kids and play some games himself.

The door opens and…

I’M FREE!!!!

For the next 2 hours, I will have sovereignty over the processes of my brain! The wiring of biological imperative that every mother incurs will no longer intrude upon every single solitary attempt at focusing on something with my brain longer than 30 seconds at a time.

Mom. Mom. Mom. Hey Mom! All-day. Every day. No problem.

Wait, actually this is a fucking problem. I’m extremely frustrated with not being able to focus my brain. It’s incredibly debilitating to a professional creative to be denied the space in which to create. It’s…