Oh hello! I woke up today and half of 2016 is gone. Just call me Rip Van Winkle (who, I’ve recently realized from his name, is Dutch). However, I didn’t spend the last six months—my longest unplanned hiatus from blogging—asleep. I wish!
In the last six months, I’ve thrown myself into the pursuit of things I wanted to achieve. It’s taken a while for the cocooning fog of new motherhood to wear off, and ambition of any kind to return. I just had to run with it.
In the last six months, I’ve had to confront the realization that there’s only so much of me to go around. And… that I’m actually happier and more fulfilled writing for work than blogging.
After confronting that, I embraced it.
So, in the last six months…
I’ve been hustling.
As a freelancer of seven years, I’ve been lucky. I get passed around by satisfied clients, so I’ve never really had to sell myself. I never even had a portfolio! I willingly hit pause on my career to move to Europe, then have a baby. I was simply thankful for the slow drip of projects that came my way, and never complained about long periods of inactivity.
I started dreaming. I set financial goals. I fixed up my long-dead LinkedIn profile. I Pinned ideal clients and projects to a secret board. I even worked with a wonderful coach. I decided to focus only on jobs that I truly wanted to do.
I wanted things again. And in the last six months, I finally allowed myself to begin chasing them.