What you might call a "reflection"

Let me tell you a story, and I'll try to be quick about it.

I was losing my mind. Really, for a while before all "this" happened, I was actually losing my mind. I was questioning everything I did and didn't do: "What am I doing? Why do I not know what I'm doing? Why do I keep working at a job I hate? What am I waiting for? When will this stop?"

So, I went ahead and stopped it. I quit my job. After Thanksgiving weekend, I'd be a free bird. Sure, I was nervous about being unemployed, (I, too, have a concerned father), but I had money saved that would get me by for the time being. And it wasn't like I wasn't already doing my part. I had been applying to editing jobs like crazy, but no one even bothered sending me a courtesy email to say I was rejected because my resume had a teaching focus. (It's too bad no one reads cover letters anymore.) I'd be okay, at least for now. It was a risk, but it was a risk I needed to take desperately. I was stuck, and the only way you can get unstuck is if you make some damn moves. I had to do it to focus and dedicate myself to what I really wanted.

Uncertain about what the hell I was going to do, I went on a road trip around the northeast for a few days. Let me rephrase: I knew what I was going to do, I just didn't know where to start. And it wasn't exactly a "road trip"; it was a tour I went on with my boyfriend's band for a few shows. A girl can go breathe for a few days, ya know, it's a free country.

I came back refreshed and ready to face the music. But how? I started from square one and signed into my neglected Elance account. I've only gotten one freelance editing job on the site before, and it was only because my boyfriend sent me a real estate article to edit for him so he could leave a review on my profile as a starting advantage. He's a keeper, I know.

I was sitting on the couch browsing through postings the night I got home when I found one for a book that was to be called This Year Will Be Different. It immediately jumped out at me and after I read the description, I knew I had to read it, like, right then and there. A book about 23 women all over the world and how they turned their hobbies into their careers. Jackpot. This year will be different. Where do I sign?

I applied for the job before I went to bed so I knew I'd be able to sleep comfortably. I woke up with a message from the client, Monika, and the rest was history. That's seriously how it all started, just like that. Overnight. (The game-changer happened overnight that is, in no way my financial stability. Just want to make that point clear.)

Monika and I met on Skype for the first time a few days later, about a week before Christmas by this point, and I knew I was on the right track. Finally. And it just took a little bit of motion. As I read through the book, I was learning about the steps I needed to take to make my career in editing work. Make a website. Network with people. Invite people in. Know your rates. Be vocal. Be transparent. Be confident. Be yourself. I took the words I was reading and editing and put them into practice, so it wasn't just the monetary gain that kept my interest.

It couldn't have happened at a more perfect time, and that's why I'm still in disbelief. I went from having no clue at all to having almost every clue in the book. It's been a little over a month since I got hired by Monika and I'm already talking to other clients about editing their books and websites. I'm on Twitter and LinkedIn more than I'm on Facebook. I have business cards coming in the mail as we speak for crying out loud! Me! Business cards!

Know that I'm still a freelance noobie, and I still have much more to learn and experience, like hiring an accountant at some point, I think? I'll get to that hurdle when it comes.

If you're stuck, get unstuck. Make your move. The rest will follow, but you need to commit. {Enter crude phrase here.} It's just taking that first step that makes the difference.

Cheers,

D

P.S. Here's where I'm about to get super lame and leave you with this, but how my boys say it is a bit more pleasing to the ears than my babbling.