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I don't remember if I've mentioned it, but one of my co-workers is quitting to pursue a life of freelance. (Mmm, freelance.) At least, that's what we've been told: She'll be a freelance copyeditor. And I was a little envious-mostly because I can't copyedit, so that's one field I can't pursue-but I just now learned that she's really quitting to write. Copyediting is probably just something to pay the bills.
She's doing exactly what I've been considering lately. I want that part-time job that allows time to write. I've been contemplating how to get there, and what to do. But she's doing it. And I can only sit here in awe, wondering how she's doing it, wondering what mental preparation she had to do to get to this point.
No, I'm not there yet. I'm not comfortable quitting my job when I'm not 100% certain about my writing. There's a card circulating the office and everyone's writing their congratulations and I wrote, "good luck living the dream."
Her dream, or mine?
I wish I had known earlier that we shared the same dream.
She's doing exactly what I've been considering lately. I want that part-time job that allows time to write. I've been contemplating how to get there, and what to do. But she's doing it. And I can only sit here in awe, wondering how she's doing it, wondering what mental preparation she had to do to get to this point.
No, I'm not there yet. I'm not comfortable quitting my job when I'm not 100% certain about my writing. There's a card circulating the office and everyone's writing their congratulations and I wrote, "good luck living the dream."
Her dream, or mine?
I wish I had known earlier that we shared the same dream.