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.
It may be socially unacceptable to admit, but we all hate someone. When you can avoid that person, it isn’t so bad. But when circumstance forces you to see that person on a regular basis, it can take a big toll on your sanity.
It happens every year in December. The world starts to slow down as people anticipate the well deserved break on the horizon. But once we ring in the new year, it’s time to get back to work. In theory.
When I was a kid, my material possessions brought me a lot of comfort. In fact, the closer I kept them, the better. So, everything special to me got to live in my bed. Or, it lived on the floor right next to my bed, where I could easily reach it.
You want to do something, but you can’t bring yourself to face the frozen wind blowing tiny ninja stars into your eyes.
The day I’m writing this, I was up before the sun. WAY before. I jumped out of bed at 4:30 am, went for a run, and completed a strength training workout before walking the dog and starting my workday.
Lately, when I have a moment to think, the same thing pops into my mind: marshmallows. No, this isn’t another article about my obsession with food. Although fittingly, I have to put an almost herculean effort into not eating marshmallows if they’re in my eyeline. But if you want to dive into that rabbit hole,... Continue Reading →
I’m not sure about everyone else, but in my family, quitting your job without a “backup plan” (aka not having another job to go to) is something you just don’t do. Having a job is far more important than whatever fulfillment you get (or don’t get) from that job. I was trained early on that you could quit… as long as you had something stable to fall back on. I used to believe this too. I used to think that it didn’t matter if I was miserable at my job, I was lucky I had one at all.
If you’ve followed this blog for any amount of time, you know that I have a tendency to make big, impulsive decisions without always stopping to think of the possible consequences. The benefit of this is that when I let my passion lead without pausing to let my fear stop me, more often than not, good things happen. But it also means that when bad things happen, they can be disastrous.