As anyone who works from home can tell you, there are many pros and cons to this lifestyle. I would go into more details describing both sides, but I don’t think I could explain it better than this slightly crude yet hilariously accurate depiction of Home Office Life by The Oatmeal. It never fails to make me laugh.
I have zero difficulty owning the fact that I have succumbed to distraction by the likes of funny animals with British accents, or sexier beasts (wink) singing in suits and exercising in onesies. My schedule has admittedly gotten a bit out of whack, and the need for discipline has become more apparent. Thankfully the constant client interaction and local photographer chats has provided enough banter to keep up social skills in my work day, though I think that it is wise to get away from social media whenever possible… crafted emails and witty tweets can’t replace real conversation! I have given in to a consistent uniform of fleece or yoga pants… but I can’t to see this as anything but glorious! Feel free to argue that stance.
What inspired me to write today was the realization that I have avoided the most important pitfall, at least in my life. Working from home has actually relieved stress in my relationships. I would even go as far as to say that it has improved my marriage. James and I lead such busy lives. Our marriage is certainly not perfect, but my consistent woe during our first 4 years of marriage was that I simply missed him. As he wandered into my office with a smile, asking my opinion on his outfit (thumbs up were given), I was reminded how happy I am to have more time here.
Now that we both work from home, we can enjoy more simple moments together. Making breakfast. Taking a brief break from a long day to cuddle up and watch Downton Abbey. Impromptu dance parties. The occasional silly IM or email from the other room (that I always know is coming from the sound of his giggles). I find myself sitting at my desk, mid-email with a bride, and hearing James laugh or catching a glance of him through the french doors, I am reminded how much I love marriage. In turn, I am reminded why I love what I do.