At the beginning of the summer your work diary looked a bit like this …
You weren’t really worried. I mean it’s July and August, every freelancer is quiet, right?
And then the massive job comes in. Like, from nowhere
It means you’ll meet your survival budget for the summer and you won’t have to start a new “creative project” to keep yourself busy.
It also means you have a few late nights because as it’s summer they want the job done, like yesterday. You’re pretty sure everyone else’s summer is one big party
But finally. It’s done. You’re about to get a bumper paycheck. You knew you did the right thing is setting out alone. You. Da. Man.
And then you know it’s nearly September. And the diary looks pretty quiet again. And you feel like you’re back to where you started.
But you’re freelance, man. When you meet people with regular jobs who say “I have no idea how I could cope with the uncertainty” you nod and smile and talk about the 3am fear. But really, you regret nothing. Cos you rock.