As an entrepreneur, you stop measuring your worth based on a monthly pay check and start evaluating how much value you can generate every hour. This is for me the single most differentiating factor between a regular job and working for oneself.
You immediately begin to see yourself as a value creator and not a project implementor. Everything depends on the drive you have and the extent to which you are willing to accelerate. You are the sole creator and destroyer of your destiny. You literally become the Holy Trinity.
Ever since I’ve started off on this journey, I’ve started ‘Facebooking’ less. Seriously. Started reading fewer articles that begin with ‘What this woman did with her hair will blow your mind away..!’ and started reading more that begin with ‘How to organise time as an entrepreneur’, which by the way is seriously one of the toughest things to crack.
So picture me right now. Sitting and furiously typing away this post. One ear open for sounds of baby waking up, the other on the pressure cooker in the kitchen where I’m steaming some veggies for the little one.
With all maids on leave (Bombay maids are NOT professional, at all!), daycare off for the day and husband travelling – all scheduling goes for a toss. I cannot work when the baby is awake. He’s experimenting way too much with his legs (trying to stand up and all) for me to be hands off. I look helplessly at my calendar as it reminds me of things to do and I’m still pacing up and down the house, trying to get him to sleep or play on his own.
So here’s what that looks like:
Phone blinks with Reminder 1: Write new post for blog (15 minutes to go)
Me: Gently rubbing my babies chest and massaging his head. Singing his favourite rhyme (Itsy Bitsy Spider) in soft tones
He : Blowing spit bubbles in my face. Desperately shaking me away and turning on his belly to crawl towards the edge of the bed.
Reminder 2: Write new post for blog (5 minutes to go)
Me: Gently pleading him to sleep, smiling at him
He : Stares at me like he knows what I’m saying. Flares up his nostrils and contracts his bowels. Releases. Smiles peacefully.
Reminder 3: Write new post for blog (Now)
Me: Change diaper and now beg him to sleep, pacing with him across the house
He : Sleeps for just over 3 minutes, wakes up as soon as he hears a very distant sound of a dog barking. Looks at me and starts laughing.
And this goes on for a while.
I finally turn the reminder off and decide to do a night shift. Yet again.
Time management takes on a whole new meaning when you’re working from home, simply because the lines between home-work & work-work blur. Even when the baby is behaving, there’s always the plumber, the maid, the courier and the ‘parcel’ walas who line up at the doorstep, simply assuming the housewife is available.
3 lines are written in between shout outs to the maid to wash the balcony properly and another 2 while counting the clothes that need to go out for ironing.
Calendars and meeting requests don’t really work inside the house. Not yet, at least, until I get a reliable man/woman Friday who can run for me.
Meanwhile, I’m thinking of putting a do not disturb sign outside my house during work hours. Do you think it’ll work?