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.
Thoughts on Freelancing
You always see these in the backs of the in-flight magazines and for the life of me I don’t know how anyone can find them useful…at least the domestic-oriented ones. What a mess.
Messy AF: Airline “Where We Fly” Maps
When we decided to go explore the National Mall last night (husband wanted to explore photography options, I wanted gelato) we weren’t expecting things to be so downright busy.
The National Mall at Night
If there’s one thing I miss about working in an office, it’s having a gigantic whiteboard on-hand.
Feels a bit like I woke up from a nap and all of a sudden there is SO MUCH I don’t know about code. You saw that movie with Brendan Fraser, right? What was it called? Blast from the Past! Yes! I did that without Googling (though now I feel that I should Google to make sure I’m right but I’ll resist it). Academically, I understand quite a bit even if I can’t do it with a gun to my head, but the act of it, I feel that absence in me like I’ve forgotten the words to a song I used to love and belt out at the top of my lungs.