Going back to work: The freelancer’s edition

Last night I stumbled off a late flight and came home. There was shit in my kitchen (not literally) and no place to sit that was comfortable. I was jet lagged (shut up, Cougar, I was) and itchy. My husband went straight to sleep and I stared at the wall for a couple hours.

But this morning it was all different. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, there was coffee and email. I made a date to have a beer with my friend who is going to Scotland. I am writing a blog post instead of committing to my upcoming freelance schedule. The dog is snoozing at my feet. I’m a fucking freelance cliche.

What kind of cliche are you?

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