I wake up each morning, filled with gratitude. I’m grateful to have a happy and healthy family, and I’m grateful to have a job that I love. While it means that I’m unable to blog here as often as in the past, it also means that I’m able to work from home in a career I’m unbelievably passionate about.
I applied for my first freelance writing job right after receiving my undergraduate degree…and didn’t get the gig. From there, I went after more “practical” positions, pushing writing into the hobby category. It wasn’t until after the birth of my son that I began writing in earnest.
I missed working, I was bored, and I felt as though I was wearing an imposter’s clothes as a stay-at-home mom. I had worked until I was 35 and then things came to a grinding halt. My husband and father suggested I begin blogging again as a creative outlet and a way to occupy my mind. Seeing the bigger picture, I began blogging with the purpose of finding a way to earn income while staying at home to raise my son. My blog design was rough, I struggled to find things to write about, and my writing needed the kinks worked out of it (I’m still working on my craft!). After two years of hard work, massive networking, attending blogging & writing conferences, I could finally say that I had “made it.” Or something like that.
I’ll never forget the feeling of receiving my first payment for an article — I felt as though I had “pulled one over” on them! What? You’re going to PAY me to share my opinion about the response one of my HuffPo pieces had? No problem!
When I was in publishing, I used to love to tell people that I got paid to read books and talk to people about them (not entirely false, but there was a little more to it). Now I tell people that I get paid to find words for others. I love what I do, even when I write about subjects that are…different. Like cat dander. Seriously, I’m grateful to be able to write about cat dander (or any other topic, for that matter!). Without further adieu, I present: