Today is an even better day

I just resigned from my job.




I was lucky enough to find a second main freelancing client, who was willing to promise me enough hours within the next year to finally make the plunge. The topic is still fairly technical, but the project and company are really interesting and dynamic, and it's a nice hybrid mandate: I'll be mostly doing marketing/Web/PR documentation.



Hear this: it's from home.



This project should pretty much fill my time for the first few months, then become more sporadic (or not? You never know with these things). All this to say that I'll likely have to find another "fill-the-gap" client or project or gig at some point in the fall, but we'll cross the bridge when we get there. This is still a tad unnerving but a lot less so now with two clients providing sustained work, i.e. reliable income. Bottom line is, for me as well as for my family, flexibility is a lot more important than job security right now.



I don't think I'm quite fully realizing the impact yet, but I keep telling myself: no more bosses, just clients. No more schedules, just deadlines.




No one here has been reading since 2008, but let me bring back the topic of one of my very first posts, back when LP was 13 months. It was titled One in a hundred million, which was the approximate number of blogs there was at the time. (I can't imagine what that number is now, but that's another question). I talked about my reasons for blogging, despite the fact that I didn't really think a lot of people could be interested in my ordinary life (which proved true, and is totally fine by me). But you know what the last sentence was? The last sentence which has always remained in the back of my mind ever since?

I'll write it out here for you: "My goal is that when LP is in school a couple of years from now, I can work mostly from home and be there for his lunches, homework, and summer vacations".



And just in time, it's going to happen, dear friends. It is. For real. You have no idea how both amazing and comforting this feels.




P.S. This is totally unrelated to my upcoming first magazine article I posted about on Friday... But the fact that it happened on the same day everything else was confirmed totally felt like a message to me that I need to trust myself. To just dive in. Because it's so the right thing to do, and it will work out somehow.

P.P.S. So thank you universe.