I'm that "new girl"

.I feel like I'm in the second grade again, entering Mr. Rike's class as the "new girl," only I wasn't the new girl that every boy saw and immediately called dibs on. Oh, no. I had goofy glasses my older brother graciously picked out for me (thanks, bro), frizzy hair, and teeth of a jack-hammer. I would humor you with a picture, but I wouldn't be humoring myself...so, pass.

That's kind of how I feel entering this new realm of freelance work. I'm comparing myself to other freelancers like I'm the last kid to get picked for a game of kickball. But, everyone has to start somewhere, and as long as I'm moving forward, that's good enough progress for me. I was a late-bloomer anyway.

So, I'm excited, I'm anxious, and I'm a bit vulnerable, which as I've learned from previous experience, those feelings are the perfect cocktail for great things to come. Just like my quirky, second grade-self, I know I'll grow into freelancing. If I can grow into my Greek eyebrows, I'm confident I can grow into this.

Cheers to making your own opportunities and surprising yourself before your very eyes.