As of October 17, I am coming up on my sixth anniversary of going freelance. I went freelance right about the time the economy tanked, but I am still alive, and I haven’t starved to death or gone back to the cubicle.
Six years! I haven’t lived anywhere six years but my current location and my hometown. I haven’t held a single job for six years. My dog isn’t even six years old yet!
I feel insanely lucky that I have unfettered access to natural light and that I like my job most days. Yesterday I took the day off to paint. You might imagine me in an airy studio in front of a canvas, with Mozart playing in the background, but in fact I was slapping tinted primer onto walls, cutting in the edges, and cursing the ladder that kept dropping spider parts into my paint bucket.
(Can I say that tinted primer is one of the best inventions in the world?)
What anniversaries do you celebrate?