As it turns out, I’m mostly not going to be freelancing from now on.
With opportunities suddenly growing like weeds, and yours truly beginning to wonder if freelancing really might work, one of my main hopes rang me up out of the blue.
“We’ve got a lot of work for you, Stu,” they said, “Guaranteed six months worth; how about if you contract for us instead? Full-time with full benefits?”
Well, I…” I began.
“Or would you prefer to stay freelance? We can do that if you like. Have you been freelance long?”
“No, I think contract might be best, I’ve only been freelance 48 hours – since Friday.”
“Well, this is perfect timing for you, isn’t it?! Can you start next week?”
“Yes. Yes, I can!”
So I start tomorrow. It seems like forever since I looked forward to working, but I write this with a wide smile, full of enthusiasm about writing, meeting new people and doing a rewarding job again. I love being a writer and being able to call myself a WRITER. People paying me to do it is pretty much a bonus!
Over the last week I’ve found myself just…happy again. When you’ve been down for so long then rock-bottom starts to feel like normal. It was only this weekend, when I found myself smiling in the sunshine, stopping to smell bluebells in the woods and tickling my kids till they squealed, that I realised these simple enjoyments have largely been missing from life this last year.
It’s good to have them back. Wish me luck for tomorrow – and for the other freelance work that I’m hoping to carry on as a sideline.
You know, just in case. 😉