I saw a quote today that reflects my very core:
Why procrastinate now when you could do it later?
So, I freelance. Writing, editing, you know. Word-nerd stuff. And I love it - it brings in extra income and creates a client-base for later on when I won't be "working" but will need to make money (being a stay-at-home mom). Granted, I have only a couple of regular clients, but I always keep my eyes peeled for opportunities. Many of you know I was a server on the weekends from the time I turned 19 until, well, last February. I've worked at: Cooking Creations catering, Northview Golf Club, Boston Pizza, Sammy J. Peppers (shhh), Kelly O'Bryan's, Moxie's, and Dublin Crossing Pub. That's eight years of late nights, fake smiles, pretending to care...and great tips. Once I decided I couldn't take it anymore, quitting that industry was one of the easiest decisions of my life, but my bank account protested. :( Loudly. Obviously, Wayne and I realized we spent all that extra cash because we HAD that extra cash. No problem. But it really makes a difference to have to earn an honest living.
So, I freelance. Not regularly enough to depend on it. But it sure helps when I do. But, in true journalist fashion, even when I have two weeks to complete an assignment, I leave it to the last few days to even start. Something about the pressure to get it done motivates me. Or, secretly, the fear that I won't be able to come up with anything creative or suitable scares me out of doing it until it's absolutely necessary to start.
Tomorrow is the day, folks. I have cleared my schedule and will hunker down and work my little heart out. After walking the dog, attempting to paint my toenails (can't...quite...reach!), prepping food for Father's Day BBQ, doing laundry, talking about nothing with Wayne, and possibly napping.
Sounds perfectly doable. Right?