#FreelanceFriday: Building the Freelance Puzzle

Ah, the freelance life. Work when you want, earn lots of money. At least that’s the myth. The truth is, you’ve got to earn your chops first.

I’ve been “freelancing” for two months now. Admittedly, I haven’t really been out looking for gigs, I’ve been trying to get my feet under me while I figure out where this road will lead. Some of the tasks I’ve had to perform haven’t been the most fun part of this journey.

To begin, I’m less than a handful of years from retirement, I’m not sure anyone wants to hire an employee, train them, and have them retire in five or so years. Besides, I’m expensive. So, here I am “consulting.” Then, there’s the fact that I’m not sure I want to subject myself to more office politics and corporate drama. I filed for unemployment compensation but won’t be able to claim that for a while because I got a severance package. But, If I find I really, really, need a job, I’ll go to the Temp Agencies. That’s where I got my start around here, and I’m sure I can find something that will pay the bills.

Another of the “fun” tasks I’m faced with is getting my meager retirement fund situated, so we have enough to live on the rest of our lives. We’re working with a financial advisor to get a plan together. Unfortunately, she’s busier than a one-armed wall-paper hanger, so her time is precious and hard to come by. At this point, my severance package will get us through the holidays, so we need a plan by the end of the year. 

Last but not least, the health “insurance” scam that is run in the United States is another thing I need to deal with. I’m a healthy specimen for my age, at least according to my doctor. My blood pressure is reasonably low, my cholesterol levels are low, and I don’t get sick that often. Oh, Uncle Arthur is moving into the joints. I remedy most of that mischief with some yoga or a walk up the hill. We keep active, and that’s the most critical part of life I have to get used to every day. I need to get up and move more than I used to. I can’t sit and concentrate on what I’m doing for several hours, then get up and go play a game of softball without consequences. I’m not in my twenties or thirties anymore. My mind might still be thirty, but my body sure ain’t.

I’m still working on getting my office space cleaned up. The last few weeks have been tough emotionally. For most of my life, I’ve been getting up at five or six in the morning, getting dressed, and presenting myself for constructive productivity during the day. I don’t have that stability right now and feel a little lost most days. I satisfy my need to do “something” by writing this blog and building a readership. It keeps me busy for part of the day. The rest the day, you’ll find me playing online games (The Elder Scrolls Online is my latest preoccupation), anything to keep my mind occupied.

(C) 2019 JJ Shaun
Meager progress.

I’ve been chipping away at my office, but it’s been going slow. With the holidays coming and company appearing, I moved a bunch of stuff out of the living room and back into my office. Now I need to find room elsewhere for some of the boxes. It’s the never-ending story.

Next week is Thanksgiving, so we travel to see family. I plan to post, but I won’t make any guarantees. I wanted to get next week’s posts prepared ahead of time, but I failed. My goal is to have something up, maybe just a related quote, every day. My laptop travels with me, so I will have access to post as I have the time (I do want to keep my writing streak going), but my littles have priority.

My 11-week writing streak.

I want to say thank you, dear reader, once again for your support. Your curiosity and interest keep me writing, and for that, I am ever grateful.

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