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And then someone does the math.

I hate math.

My husband says "numbers are your friend."

Ok. So my numbers are evil, two-faced, backstabbing friends.

The notion of starting a freelance business from scratch sounds hopeful and inspired. Building up a client list, writing something meaningful, being one's own boss, taking pride and ownership in one's work. It's all quite romantic and purposeful.

Then I was shown a spreadsheet of our personal expenses for the past few months. According to those numbers, I should probably take on a second job in addition to this one I already have (and despise), just to get us in a comfortable financial position.

There's no way I can afford to freelance.

Nothing like that slam in the face with a cold steel sledgehammer...

I wish I liked numbers. Makes sense, though, that I don't. I enjoy a good novel. I love fiction.

Numbers are all too real.

Comments

Anonymous said…
I got an A in algebra this summer so I speak with authority when I say that numbers are our friends. :-) You're exploring options, understanding fixed variables, thinking creatively--going through all of these steps is what gets people to the next big thing. You've done your homework and it's not for waste--it may not result in what you thought it would, but just going through these steps is a way to keep moving forward with life. That said, we should all buy Powerball tickets.
Love, AnneR
7:04 PM
FletcherDodge said…
Amy,

Since you say you want a different job and you say you should get a second job, is it feasible to start your freelance career as a part-time venture? Maybe steel some time at job #1 (lunch time, breaks, etc.) and do evenings and weekends?

Just a thought.
8:17 PM
FletcherDodge said…
steel... duh. I meant "steal." I'm such a jackass.
8:18 PM
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