The Struggle of Trying to Work Freelance During a Pandemic

It’s almost 2pm. I woke up before 9am, showered and exercised before
10am. By 10:15am, I was drinking coffee with my computer open, slowly coming
awake and energized from the caffeine. By all accounts, my day started out
well. I was motivated and busy. Productive for a minute, even.

Then my phone buzzed. A notification from Facebook. Oh, and three
friends are “in the house” on Houseparty. An iMessage from my friend down the
street: “Just checking in. Hope today is better.”

These are my days now. A flurry of messages every hour while I sit at my desk, a pen and paper with an ever-growing scribble of ideas and notes and lists (buy broccoli!). I already deleted the Instagram app from my phone to try and reduce the amount of distractions.