When I was newly pregnant, people told me to take it easy. This was advice I was willing to take.
I'm trying my hardest never to forget what it was like not to know that the rent money would be there when I needed it.
After a year and a half of being a full-time freelancer, I feel safe in saying the experiment is a success, even if someone offers me a benefited 30 hour a week position as a cheese taster, and I decide to pack it in. Here's what I've learned so far.
I need a real vacation. I've been pretty bad about that since I went freelance.
At some point during the past few days, I reached my one-year anniversary as a freelancer. Predictably, I was too busy to notice. I also nearly forgot that my wedding anniversary is coming up (sorry, bebeh!) so you can see where my brain is at. Still, busy or not, I think anniversaries, like birthdays, are …