As you probably know, one of my goals is to become a freelancer and spend my days writing for magazines and newspapers. Now I realise it’s going to take a while to get there, and for the most part I’m content to work at it slowly and “pay my dues”, so to speak.
But there are times when I want to be freelancing NOW, if not sooner.
This afternoon was one of those times: doing a 10-minute walk up a hill to get to the train station, rain belting down despite the fact it was still close to 30 degrees (“Brisbane, Australia: Nature’s sauna”).
And all I could thing was, “I won’t miss this one little bit”.
As I squeezed onto the train and grabbed one of the stirrups, I thought about the other things I wouldn’t miss when I’m a freelancer. And you know what? There’s quite a few of them.
For a start, I won’t miss catching trains during peak-hour. I’d love to say I’ll never catch one again once I’m freelancing, but I may have to for research (“Ten diseases the person sitting next to you might have”). Still, I should be able to choose a time when I won’t risk cracking a rib trying to get on.
I won’t miss the mad rush to get our son to day care in the morning. We’ll still have to take him (my typing can only entertain him for so long), but at least there won’t be a mad rush to get him there early enough so I can get a park at the train station because if all the car spaces are taken where on earth would I park and OMG I don’t know what to do!
I won’t miss going to hour-long meetings where there’s no agenda and even less interest.
I won’t miss having to record how I spend my day—which project I was working on, how many hours I spent on it, how many times I burped, etc. (It will also be nice to be my own boss, instead of having the four I do now.)
I won’t miss being called away to fix someone’s computer problem the moment I sit down at my desk with my lunch/coffee/book. Oh, and a special message to whoever rigged my chair to let everyone know the moment I sit down: I hate you.
And finally I won’t miss my mind being numbed so badly by the nine-to-five job that it takes me until eleven o’clock at night to think of what I’m going to blog about.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to get some sleep. Something I definitely do miss.