… or, Queen + Adam Lambert, doing too much and getting covid.
At the beginning of May I proclaimed that my goal for the next few months would be to take it easy.
The intentions were good, but I ended up doing the exact opposite.
That is, until the universe stepped in.
May and June were filled with lots of positive things and brilliant opportunities.
Work-wise, it was crazy busy, in a good way. I often find that freelancing is comparable to buses (ie. you wait for one for ages and then three all arrive at once) and this is what happened as soon as I decided to take a bit of a step back – it went nuts. I LOVE what I do it, but it isn’t the work itself that takes the time, it’s the calls, meetings, planning and set up that really sucks the minutes from the day. Admittedly, there was a period of a few weeks where I was worried that I had taken on more than I could handle. I eventually figured out the best way to move forward, got into a routine and it has been much better since, but I’ll be more cautious in the future not to take on that amount all in one go again!
On a Saturday morning a few weeks ago, I was downstairs in the living room watching TV, and I heard The Bloke thundering down the stairs. He rushed into the room, almost yelling:
“Want to go and see Queen and Adam Lambert?”