“Some mornings it just doesn’t seem worth it to gnaw through the leather straps” Emo Phillips
Frankly, I’m in an (almost) funk. I met with two great guys at our favorite diner this a.m. to talk about some paying projects we have coming down the pike. That’s good news, too. But I also may just have lost one of my clients (for whom I was writing copy about one of the most boring subjects you can imagine – I mean, if you were going to pick a subject that was so quintessentially boring that you could make a great joke about it? This one would be it.)
Nevertheless, it was honest work and paid well. I like the client too (as I generally do), and fervently believe in their right to assertively market a solid and necessary product. Moreover, it truly is an interesting challenge to help people in such obvious need of a “make-over.” Also, I’m learning a great deal.
It’s really sweet to be (almost) employed. That’s about how I would describe things at the moment, given I’ve only been (almost) freelancing for a couple of months now, and have only made enough money doing it to buy a new laptop (which was, first and foremost, NOT a Dell. Dells are great, but they are also standard-issue at The Institution Which Shall Not be Named. So of course I had to buy something else!)
Some have asked if I’d keep writing this blog. Is it fraudulent to write about being unemployed when, technically, I’m not? But then again, I would feel equally fraudulent claiming I know everything there is to know about being an employed person now.
Besides. I have yet to write about my various inquiries and explorations of going back to school. About all the post-stay-at-home-mom career issues that I’ve been obsessed with for the past few years. About how even after you’ve taken all the personality type indicator tests that exist over the course of your ever-lengthening life – and even taught some of the WORKSHOPS for God’s sake – it’s still possible to have no idea what to do next.
Or how incredibly complicated life can become sometimes, especially whenever one is tempted to get smug, so that all of the normally-healthy, normally-obvious “things to do next” are neither. Oh well. As Whoopi Goldberg quipped, ‘normal’ is just a setting on the washing machine.
I’m afraid you’re stuck with me.
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