Get real
While the morning is clearly the time of day when your brain juices are, by virtue of rejuvenation, at their creative and/or productive peak, they're equally packaged in a slumbering laziness. And that prevents me from actually trying to draw anything... It's too early. Besides, I've never been a morning person. A month ago, I started a job. It's the first full time post I've held in nearly five years, and the first-ever creative, career-oriented occupation. I'm sure there are far many more who can relate to the bullshit aspects of it than those who can't. It is, after all, a startup, and I was warned about many of these situations and then some, prior to having accepted the offer over a much better paid position at a bank. It's Friday, and I'm exhausted; mentally, physically, emotionally, everything. I'd forgotten or blocked out the mixed bag of moods that Friday brings: elation that it's finally arrived, sad because I don't really have any plans all weekend, and the passive anxiety of knowing how quickly it will pass before it's Monday again. It's been a tough week. My boss had been breathing down my neck about deadlines as usual- and I was doing a fairly good job of keeping up with them (aside from them bring generally impossible goals), until Wednesday morning. I was at that point interrupted from my work and summoned to the head office of the bank he also seems to work full time at. My task was to save the bank team from the tangled mess of design corrections. It took all day, and kept me working till 7:20 that night. It threw a wrench in my week and burst the bubble I'd been excitedly living in since I started the job.