I thought freelancing would be great. Get out of bed at 10am, work all day in my yoga pants, jet off to Iceland one week and Hawaii the next, not have to sit in corporate meetings mentally playing buzzword bingo, take two-hour lunches on sunny patios, do the grocery shopping during the day when the aisles are relatively people-free and the checkout line is short, and spend my nights hanging out with friends feeling more refreshed than they because I didn’t just spent 9 hours in a beige cubicle.
And that’s where I was wrong. My nights were never free for hanging out with friends. Turns out that when you sleep in late, do your errands in the morning, and take a long lunch, the work you need to do doesn’t just disappear. It’s still there, along with its deadline. I was constantly scrambling to get assignments done and missing out on concerts, dinners, and birthday parties.
But missing out on fun wasn’t just a consequence of my poor scheduling. I was lucky in that for the year I freelanced I had quite a few long-term clients, so I wasn’t always looking around for a gig. But still, the uncertainly of where my next paycheck would come from after each gig ended led me to take on more projects than I could really handle at once. And part of my problem too was that I was tutoring a lot, and since my clients were mostly high school students who had school during the day, tutoring happened nights and weekends.
So I’ve been back in the world of full-time employment for about 20 months now, and I’m perfectly happy with that. I don’t tutor anymore and only occasionally take on side writing jobs. I might go back to freelancing someday. Someday when I’m a bestselling author and have a steady revenue stream from book sales!
Curious about what everyone else is writing for the A to Z Blog Challenge? Me too! I’m using a random number generator to select three blogs from my fellow contributors to read each day. Here are today’s discoveries: