Back in 2008, I stuck it to The Man.
Me. The kind of person who always plays by the rules. Who always did well in school. Who thought that the way you make a living is through safe, salaried jobs.
Truth be told, I hated working in an office. I hated the smell (of computers...and chemical-laden carpet). I hated job reviews (well, the bad ones. The good ones were okay). And most of all I hated that I had to take lunch at a specific time every day, even if I wasn't hungry.
At first, I toyed with the idea of getting another job (maybe I could find a fun, results-oriented office that would let me take lunch when I wanted to...and that smelled like strawberries and freshly-mowed lawns!) Unfortunately, another safe, salaried position didn't seem to be in the cards. So I did some research, put together a freelance business plan, gauged interest of potential clients and then I did it. I quit.
It was terrifying.
But here I am, four years later (as I start this blog), and I'm still standing. Since going freelance full-time, I've bought a condo, gotten married and had a baby. And, while I'm not the uber-successful freelancing mogul that I thought I would be at this stage, I'm still here.
Obviously, freelancing isn't without its challenges. And freelancing with a baby is proving to be a whole other ballgame. But I'm battling through it, and I'm making it work. My goal is to have it all -- time with my baby, my husband AND a decent freelance writing career.
This is the story of how I'm going to get there.