Freedom, part one
I am free. Free from billable hours, scrutinization of my personal social networking activities, commuting, and parking fees. Free from feeling like shit when I leave the office at 5pm to pick up my kid at daycare and feeling like shit if I have to stay home because she’s got a fever and can’t go to daycare. Free from having to be anywhere at any given time.
It feels GREAT.
Let me ‘splain: I quit my job and am now in business for myself doing freelance and consulting work. I’ve had people say “wow that’s a brave/ballsy/crazy thing to do!” But it’s not as brave/ballsy/crazy as you might think. For starters, I did not just say “fuck this!” and leave my well-paid, medically-insured, secure job. I made sure that I had enough work lined up that I can pay the bills and feed my spawn. And as soon as the contract was signed on the big client that pushed me over the edge of “I can do this in my spare time” to “I can make this work all day every day” THEN I said “fuck this!” and quit.
I have three clients: A big one, a medium one, and a small one. I’m doing different things for each of them. For one I’m doing copywriting, for another I’m serving as the community manager for an upcoming video game, and for one I’m providing social media strategy and guidance. I set my own hours and can work from anywhere. My clients are in three different time zones and I can work for all of them from my apartment in Redmond, at my family’s beach cottage near Santa Cruz, or my husband’s military base.
My new endeavor is not only freedom FROM the things I mentioned at the beginning of this post. It’s the freedom TO: pick up my daughter early on sunny days and go to the park. Run errands during the day and not incur anyone’s side-eye. Skip the make-up and stay in my sweats all day. Pack up the laptop and baby and go spend a week or two with my husband. Have lunch with friends without watching the clock and having to account for my time. And last but not least, I have the freedom to take on as much or as little work as I want. The more I work, the more money I make. I can take it easy and keep my income at a sustenance level or I can rock that shit and have ducats for a vacation or a new car. My paycheck doesn’t depend on a yearly review and if it’s ‘my turn’ for a promotion.
Freedom is good. Trixie likes.