Five simple words: I am a freelance writer. Yet it’s taken me most of my adult professional life to accept and embrace this new reality, so saying those words out loud still feels terrifying and thrilling all at once.
I spent years in jobs that I was really good at, jobs that paid well, jobs I was so passionate about that the lines between home and work blurred dangerously, but burnout/boredom was always inevitable. Then, I would spend countless hours searching for the next perfect job, applying for sort of perfect jobs, and perpetually in complete denial about the possibility of being a writer, which at the back (and front) of my mind was the perfect job. All the naysayers of years past and present were in my head, cautioning: “You should have a backup.” or “Now’s a really bad time to go freelance.”
Well, to all of those practical, well-meaning folks (myself included), I say, “Watch me.”
Yes! I am so glad and so proud of you! I have been waiting for this day since you were about 8 years old. I took your papers to a creative writing symposium and they were lauded as amazing!The day you graduated Eastern and we purchased that roll top desk for you I was waiting then as well for you to realize this is what you were created to do! So excited it is here.
It is because of the loving & constant support from my family, from you, that I have the confidence to take this step. Thanks for everything, from day one until now. I’m excited to dedicate my first book to you someday, hopefully soon.