My First Year as a Full-time Freelancer
Some back story first. It was something I’d been planning to do for a while now. I wanted OUT. Out of the rat race, and office politics. I longed to be free, to travel and share my experiences or not travel and share my experiences. I wanted the choice for myself dang it. I’d been working for over twenty-five years in the I.T. industry, mostly as a high-level “Desktop Analyst” or an “Application Support Specialist.” These titles for the uninitiated are a polite way of saying they paid me a lot to fix people's computers. I knew the daily frustration of driving into a job I knew I didn’t want to be at doing something I’d lost my passion for a long time ago, only to collect a paycheck that had too much taken out of it. It was like a not so subtle reminder that my soul was being leached from my life.
I had been having my own midlife crisis now for almost two years. I wasn’t sure what it was I wanted to do. It was something I’d been contemplating for some time. I couldn’t think of anything else I was either qualified or passionate about that would put food on the table and roof over the table. I have always loved cooking, always loved being a product evangelist for products and gadgets that I’ve found over the…
