If there’s a good part about losing your job after years and years and years of selfless service it is this: the opportunity to be alive and kicking to hear people say nice things about you. Like being alive at your wake. Ew, but really. To hear directly from the horse’s mouth exactly how you made a difference in someone’s life on a daily basis. And to hear it from
Doom & Gloom
Last year my goal was to make $20,000 as a part-time, freelance copywriter. I made less than five. Disappointed but not broken, this year I vowed to wow the industry and return triumphant after the childrearing hiatus I survived. Nearly four months in, and I’ve billed $145.00. One hundred, forty-five. That’s billed, not received. Hmmmmm, apparently my return-to-work, I-am-woman-hear-me-roar work ethic has hit the economic tsunami, and while I pound
Changing of the Guards
What a beautiful thing, to be glued to the tv, not in terror and tears, but in awe and aspiration. It’s a new day, and the list is long, but we have a new president and a new attitude and a new direction. There’s an energy in the air that’s almost palpable. Can you feel it? Get to work. Please. The for-sale signs line our neighborhood, friends are being re-deployed