When I decided to become a freelancer a couple years ago, I was definitely sold the dream. Work when you want, spend time with loved ones, pick your own rates, etc., etc. I still believe I made the right choice, but nestled in those dreams were some startling nightmares I didn’t prepare for. The stress can be unreal.
When I tell people what I do, the next question is usually about what I did in school. When I tell them I studied neuroscience, their reaction is always surprise.
If I had a dollar for every time a friend said to me: “I’m really not sure what I should do next with my career. All I know is that I’m not happy now...I think I should go back to school”, I would be a VERY rich woman.
I don’t know what you’re relationship with failure has been. But for me, it has always been a brutal, unforgiving mistress. I was plagued with an older sibling who is instantly great at everything she does.
Photo by rawpixel.com on Unsplash On Tuesday, I gave some pretty strong opinions about traditional office jobs and showed my enormous bias in favour of freelance work. And a lot of you may have thought: “great, rub it in our faces a little more, don’t worry about actually trying to help us or anything.”... Continue Reading →