freedom, in a form
in the days since, the boy and i took a trip, we redesigned our living and dining areas, i quit my job, i started tackling this thing called “freelance living,” and i opened a store.
so, in a month, i think i’ve been pretty damn productive. the jury’s still out on the freelancing since i don’t even have a work website up yet to drive more business. the URL is purchased, copy is written and naz is visualizing designs, so now we just need to do it.
i’ve got leads and referrals, and i do have a gig to hold me over till the end of the year with some additional moonlighting money-making assignments.
admittedly though, the nerves are kicking in knowing that at any given moment i may not have work. but i know i’m highly employable, and my contact list gets longer the older i get. i suppose that’s one good thing about aging.
and then there’s this: i tripped upon a job posting for an online company that i’m toying with applying for simply because it actually sounds neat, is not in advertising and i know a couple people who work there. but if i did, would i be throwing in the towel already on my freedom? and even before i embark on any of those fabled field trips that naz and andrew take during the day, when the rest of the working clowns are downtown? would i be considered faint at heart?
though i sound hesitant, i am, but only to a degree. and though i only worked about 25 hours this week, look at all the cool stuff i accomplished simply because i had the time and freedom to do so. maybe now it’s time to start tackling my baking company, dog-walking services and other harebrained ideas i’ve had over the past few years — right around the time when i first started to realize that working for a living is highly overrated.