My whole life I’ve been a planner and a worrier. I’ve always had a next step and a good measure of security. It’s so strange to go into each month not knowing where my income will come from or what exactly my job will be. But I think each month I get a little more adjusted to this way of living. It’s almost like a different kind of freedom. It’s scary, but it’s thrilling to know that you’re not tied down to any one thing. If something doesn’t work out, you don’t necessarily have to do it again. It’s just up to you to be resourceful and find a replacement.
The next two months I’ll be switching things up a little and working as an online editor. I did this back in 2004, and in pieces throughout the last three years, so it’s not a huge jump. And it will give me a break from the pace of writing frequent stories, which I sense I need.
Also, November is like the unofficial craft fair month in Des Moines. For some reason I have three scheduled in a couple weeks, and then none in December. Hopefully last-minute shoppers find their way to Etsy. 🙂
I spent the last few days going through my writing clips, picking out the best ones and attempting to make nice digital copies of them (try doing that with newsprint – not so easy). That has actually been really helpful to me because I can see what it is that I loved doing the most, and know what to keep pursuing. Plus, every once in a while you just need a little reminder that hey, I am pretty good at this.
I had a good laugh over this one clip, from a time when I attempted to be Andrew Zimmern and taste weird foods in town.
Yeah, it turns out I’d rather eat stuff that tastes good.
Live and learn.