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Reading time: 2.52 Hey Reader, “I didn’t have time to work on my book, I had a huge pile of ironing to do.” I’ve just made up this quote to illustrate the ridiculousness of societal norms and expectations and to bring you this life hack: stop ironing. Seriously. Stop it. (Unless you like ironing, in which case, crack on. My brother, the little weirdo, likes ironing. If it’s a leisure activity, by all means do not let me yuk your yum.) My cat peed on my ironing board about 9 years ago so we chucked it out and never replaced it and, do you know what, we’ve not missed it and nor do we look like Worzel Gummidge. At least, our lack of ironing board is not the reason for any dishevelment you may see. Ironing was invented by puritanical misery bears with more time than most of us have and we do not have to do it. Yes, maybe sometimes we have an event we need a shirt for or whatever, so we need to iron the odd thing. Crack on. But — and I cannot stress this enough — nobody needs to iron their bedclothes and all of their clothes every laundry session and most of the time you can hang a shirt in a steamy bathroom and it’ll look fine. That brings me to this further suggestion: if you have the means to do so, employ a housekeeper or a cleaner. It’s not bougie. It’s not elitist. It’s definitely not a waste of money, in fact, it’ll probably save you money in the long run. Defo save your sanity. I work really hard all week. The last thing I want to do at the weekend, my downtime, is spend hours cleaning my house. Keeping a house is a full time job and if you have kids too? Absolutely fuck that all the way to the moon and back. In the old days, when you could afford to live on one salary, the other person’s (lol 99.999999% of the time woman’s) full time, unpaid, unappreciated job was raising the kids and cleaning and cooking. Now, we are all — men, women, and everyone else — expected to work at least one full time job AND keep a house AND cook AND raise kids AND iron everything. It’s not reasonable. So, if you can, employ a cleaner. Put money back into the economy and free up your mental and physical energy. I bet this frees you up to earn more, too, thus paying for the cleaner. And, yeah, I’m well aware it’s a very privileged position to be in and I have not always been able to afford this. In fact, I used to be a cleaner for other people and thought, one day I’ll employ someone like me and it’ll be amazing. But I wanted to point out the inherent ridiculousness of what we’re supposed to just put up with work-wise. Anyway, at the very least, you can stop bloody ironing everything all the time. Do you know what you can do with the hours you save? Anything you flippin well want to. Up to and including writing your book. Part of the reason it feels like you don’t have time to write your book is because it feels like a massive thing to do with very little direction. But it doesn’t have to be that way. With a little guidance, a bunch of support, and some frameworks to help you along, you start to see that it’s not such a Herculean task and it IS possible and it WON’T eat every second you have. Which is exactly what MicroBook Magic is for. It won’t write it for you. It won’t make it easy. But it will make it easier and funner and immensely doable. We start on April 28. You could have your rough draft done by the end of June — how cool would that be? Ditch the ironing and write your book instead. Right here:
TTFN, Vicky
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