writer, editor, type-A Midwesterner
This morning I set my alarm for eight. I don’t know why. My first appointment was at 6:30pm. I had a bunch of other things to do all day, but my list was likely longer than the day was going to be anyway, so when my alarm began to chime, I just turned it off.
Just a regular Thursday.
I recently mentioned that I have been doing this unemployed – I mean – self-employed thing for a year now.
Something really strange happened the other day. It got cold. Like, crazy cold. It was 90 degrees in Howell on Monday, and then Wednesday it was in the 50s.
But that wasn’t the weird thing. As anyone from Michigan can tell you, that’s called September. The part about this that shocked me was my reaction to it. I stepped out on the porch to take Gunshy for his morning walk and was absolutely elated to have to turn around for a coat. As someone who has always been a diehard summer girl, I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why I was so stinking happy to be chilly.
Anyone who is self-employed will tell you that there are days, nay, weeks on end when you ask yourself, “Why the eff am I doing this to myself again?” Because of course the month that one of your major clients needs to pay you a few weeks late is also the month another major client […]
Natalie Burg 