I’m excited to participate with my buddies over at YLCF.org as many ladies talk today about their normal everyday life.
Let me give you a short, but important, list of disclaimers:
- Just because I live in Nashville does not mean I hang out with country stars everyday [though Reba will not. quit. calling. Yes, Reba, we can grab coffee tomorrow. Sheesh.]
- I don’t have a real job. I have eight [that's not a typo] part-time jobs. So no two days look alike.
- The rules say you can’t fudge on your day. So I won’t. But…. I’m going to tell you I get up every morning at 8am. [Imagine an exaggerated wink after that. And pray that God forgives me for lying.]
So, with no further ado, here’s a peek into Annie’s [not so] normal Nashville day:
8am: Get up. [wink] I usually putz around the house for an hour or so- shower, wash my hair everyday [which I know is bad but quit judging me], eat breakfast, try to read the Bible, pray, journal, etc.
10am-12pm: Write. Either pitching articles, working on a personal writing project, doing freelance work, etc. This is NOT the time that I write for my blog or respond to blog comments.
12pm: Eat a healthy lunch at home [wink] or go out to eat with friends. Usually Baja Burrito. We heart that place mucho.
Afternoon: Options: nanny for this guy’s kids, work at Mocha Club, work on writing things at Frothy Monkey. If the writing option is the winner, this is when I usually respond to emails, work on the biz-nass side of being an author- building platform, connecting with other authors, brainstorming new books, etc.
5pm: Leave nanny/Mocha Club/etc. and go tutor. Usually only 3 times a week. I tutor an 8th grade dude in math and ORGANIZATION GOOD GRAVY and I tutor an 11th grade girl that is as darlin’ as the day is long in pre-calculus. Which is a subject I am very good at. [wink]
6pm: Go home and watch TV [dealing with the massive amount of Bravo on my DVR] or read on my back porch or hang out with friends. This is NO COMPUTER TIME.
7pm: Eat dinner, usually with friends. Cause I like my people. Other options: church small group, a show to hear some cool new musician, hang out on someone’s porch and listen as boys play guitars, sit around and talk. Whatevs.
10pm: Try to be home. [wink] And this is when I write my blog post for the next day [Am I breaking your heart that I don't actually write Wednesday's post on WEDNESDAY? Sorry bout it.] and respond to emails.
Midnight+: I’m great at working late at night. So I sometimes write- this is when I work on stuff that no one is going to see for a long time. Future books, crazy blog posts, creative ideas, things that I sometimes read the next day and say, “WOW. I need to delete that. Embarrassing, Annie, embarrassing.”
Sleep comes at some point, which is why that 8am is negotiable. But only after I drink a small glass of orange juice [horrible for my body, I know] and put on socks.
Don’t judge me. My feet get very cold.
And that’s my day.
Socks and OJ? I’ve never heard of such a bedtime ritual! Nonetheless, I heart you for it.
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I completely understand your issue with Reebs. She won’t leave me alone either. She’s driving me absolutely crazy and eating up all of my text messages.
That silly Reba.
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#1–And I thought my ONE job of mommyin’ was busy. EIGHT jobs???
#2–Still, there are many days I wish for your kinda life. (Carrying my own “Be Real” rules into the comments section.)
LOVE it, Annie girl.
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Annie – you make me laugh! I’m so an OJ every night girl too! Carter taught me. And if dinner wasn’t filling, we add a spoonful of peanut butter. It sits well throughout the night and complements the OJ wonderfully.
And random, Jeremy Cowart’s bro, Benji, works for my bro in Buffalo. A Kevin Bacon moment for you.
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That is SO weird. I try to get my 8th grader to drink OJ in the am. She’s not having it. Before bed … she goes and pours a glass and says … “MOM, THIS is when I drink OJ”. I’ve been telling her she has her days and nights mixed up…but maybe it’s b/c we used to live in Nashville.
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Lovely! Goodness, Reba, can’t you leave the poor girl alone?
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I am jealous of your life! There, I said it! But, I am thankful for my not-so-exciting life working in the mortgage and banking industry.
You are a blessing
Les
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Annie, my feet get cold, too; let me grab some socks before I respond. And some milk and a mini-stack of cookies.
It’s 4:58 a.m. here in Canada’s snowy far north, and A, I needed this post right this minute–whenever you wrote it! My huge desire (I thought until now) is to have a normal (?!) everyday life: a real job, a salary I could count on…a bit of a stable routine. You know: a predictable day once in a while. But reading your post made me realise I looove my life! I, too, have at least half a dozen part-time jobs–and I’m smiling as I type these words–I love ‘em all. ‘Tis a privilege, this life we lead. Thanks for helping me get things in perspective.
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you are amazing, my friend!! simply amazing!! reba rocks!! alas, i am allergic to oranges, no oj for me
<3 ya girl
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Although you have 8 *gasp* jobs I kind of like the flexibility/not always the same scheduled every day thing. What is your most favorite job then?
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Wow. 8 jobs! I thought my two got a little crazy sometimes! You seem like the kind of person I would love to hang out with–I don’t blame Reba at all for wanting to have coffee with you. ;P
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I wash my hair daily too.
I just checked out the Mocha Club. I am in love! I sponsor a girl through World Vision ( I truly <3 that organization.) I'm in fact moving to Tennessee and perhaps one day we can meet up!
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Wow, I’d love to have that kind of time to write!!
I’m just a leetle bit jealous. Or maybe a lot.
Thanks for sharing your day!
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