Tungsten Only Does What He Wants

Freelancing. Consulting. Contracting. Whatever you call it, I’m doing it and it’s going pretty well. However, I realize now that as much as I thought I could do this “on my own” about 10 years ago, it’s pretty lucky that I didn’t. I’m not quite talking “two roads diverged in a wood”-level stuff here, but I am thinking about my 25-year-old self’s inherent immaturity and myopic view of what she did and what she wanted to do. Off and on, for 10 years, I fantasized about starting my own thing; trying it for myself, but it was never the right time. And I tend to feel like things work out as they should, when they should, but it’s hard to remind yourself of that when you’re stuck in the middle of it all.

So here are the things I grossly underestimated back when I was whining about having to work for someone other than myself, day in and day out. Also: apologies to all of the people to who I may at one point have whined; I’m better now.

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Thoughts on Freelancing
I mean look at it. Gorgeous noms.

I hate homogeneity in my food: I hate it when every bite is the same flavor and texture as the last. There’s a place for mac and cheese, mashed-potatoes-as-a-meal, and etcetera, but most days, I get bored with eating something if more than three bites are carbon copies of each other.

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Favorites: The Open Sandwich