Those who don’t know, I recently quit my job and went back to freelance work. I have a gig straight out of the gate, and I’m finding my interest in life and writing and other endeavors has generally started to return. Before I was an empty husk, a worthless chunk of man working for the Man, devoid of much meaning beyond earning my paycheck and generally trying to convince myself that it was responsible to keep my job despite being miserable.
Now I have decided, regardless of what my financial outcome, that hard work for someone else is almost always useful at some point in everyone’s life. It teaches you responsibility and timeliness, and encourages one to apply oneself to a standard. Freelance work, on the other hand, tends to be more free flowing and abstract, the schedule looser, the routines less routine, the work a variable existence.
But after a number of years working for someone else and then working for myself, and then going back to work for someone else, I realized my soul is infinitely better off when I work for myself and my own goals. I still work as hard, if not harder. But because of the newer, more abstract structure, my life is so much more bountiful, complete, and less worrisome.
I eat better, too.
So here’s to freelance and working for myself. I’ll try to blog more, now that I have the time and the inclination again.