I despise this dreary, frigid weather. Not only does it make me lethargic but I also feel somewhat depressed. I know it’s only temporary and I’m not stuck in a rut. Being sick makes this situation that much worse. Yesterday I became acutely ill and though those unpleasant symptoms have passed, today I am exhausted, lacking energy and motivation. It’s freezing outside, the kind of cold that chills you to the bone. Not surprisingly we’re under a winter storm advisory until noon tomorrow. These are the sort of dismal days where my mood [and mindset] matches the sky. These are the sort of dismal days where I miss Joey so much it’s almost unbearable. These are the sort of dismal days where I worry about my friends outside and long for the sweltering humidity of summer.
Reservation for pity party, table of one, please. 😉
I try to immerse myself in work as much as I am able. Not a day passes where I don’t count my blessings for the tremendous dual luxuries of being my own boss and working from home. I fancy myself an entrepreneur though I’m not sure how accurate a term that is. What exactly do I do? Three things: I an independent distributor for It Works, a freelance writer, and a little bit of ‘other.’ That final category consists of the occasional tutoring gig or creating resumes. I do not actively seek these jobs but receive requests every so often through word of mouth.
It Works and writing comprise the bulk of my income. My zeal for this company and its products deserves its own entry, which will come at a later date. What strikes me most about It Works is that anyone can be successful. You don’t have to have higher education, work experience, or a specific skill set. If you’re willing to work hard and be teachable then success is within reach. Not many companies can offer such a guarantee.
Writing is my greatest passion in life. It never ceases to amaze me that I can get paid to do what I love. Thanks to Text Broker I make money weekly by producing content for various clients but that’s not even the tip of the iceberg in terms of my capabilities. Freedom With Writing promises to “send you writing jobs and articles to help you become a successful, published, freelance writer.” I receive promising leads from them multiple times a week. Shamefully I fail to use this fantastic resource as I should, something I am determined to change. Obviously there is a limited amount of paid writing assignments– and rejection runs rampant in this industry– so that’s a definite downside to the life of the fledgling freelancer.
[[ Sidenote: Memphis offers numerous free publications distributed throughout the area. Whether it’s news, business, politics, parenting, society pages, niche markets, etc. somebody’s covering it. The only reason I’m not writing for these local products is because I have yet to submit my work. GET ON IT, SLOANE. ]]
“My P.O. telling me I need a 9 to 5
But I already gotta job
And that’s stayin’ alive.”
So I’ve never had a parole officer but I know exactly how Young Jeezy feels. Obviously staying alive is a prerequisite for basic human functions, much less gainful employment. Yet for some people surviving another twenty four hours is a victory in and of itself– one that requires constant dedication and effort– a full time job in and of itself. These folks work tirelessly for no monetary gain for something they must have before they can ever do anything else.
I am a delicate flower. It’s not your job to understand or even acknowledge my fragility….but I know with absolute certainty entering the traditional workforce at this juncture in life would bring devastating consequences. My recovery comes before anything else.
A traditional job simply doesn’t factor into the equation right now. I assure you this is not a cleverly worded cop out from a lazy, irresponsible person. People work because it pays the bills. I too have expenses and things for which I’m saving. When I see an opportunity for a sustainable income [with the potential for profit] that affords the freedom and flexibility to focus on myself, I’m giving it 110%. If breakfast with the kids turns into an all day affair I can double up on business the next day. As long as I complete the project it doesn’t matter if it gets done morning, noon, or night. When I need two meetings and an extra long phone session with my Sponsor I’ll rearrange my schedule to make that happen.
It goes without saying that if circumstances necessitated my employment outside of the home I would do so in a heartbeat. I appreciate how fortunate I am to have a supportive family and partner– who recognize the importance of this choice and its benefit for my life– and allow me to pursue a nontraditional path. Thank you.
With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,