Well, the holidays are over (for us) and it’s back to the grind of work, cooking, diaper washing and general management of the perpetual juggling act that is freelance-parenthood-life.
I’m sort of breathing a sigh of relief, because not only will our days have a bit more predictability than they did during the festivities, but I’ll be able to work more and spend less.
Something I learned since last Christmas, when I was a leisurely pregnant lady with few holiday assignments: Freelance writers don’t get vacation days. Last week, I was the loser who was working in the guestroom while the rest of my family partied in my aunt’s Ohio living room. Such is life.
Time for a clean slate, renewed energy and a good holiday detox diet. I will make more effort to find new clients. I will find more time to do yoga. I will start saying no when an artichoke laden pizza weasels its way into my sight.
Let’s do this, January.
That’s me one year ago today – with a Shirley Temple and a six month plus bump.
