I remember the first time I ever really came accross idea of being a freelancer. I was on holiday in Ibiza about 15 years ago and I met a girl who was working by the pool on her laptop. She’d just set up her own PR business. I don’t think I even really knew what PR was then, but at the time I was working in dead-end temping jobs that I hated, just out of Uni with no idea what I really wanted to do as a career. I was on holiday using up a quarter of my entire year’s annual leave in one go and I knew then and there that being my own boss was something that I really, really wanted.
It’s been a real journey to get here. Jobs I’ve loved and jobs that have really ground me down. Two maternity leaves. But everything has been a step towards this goal in one way or another, even if it didn’t seem like it at the time.
The last couple of weeks have been a bit of a whirlwind of settling into a new routine and acquiring a client before I’ve even started, let alone finished my training. But I’m loving it. I’ve never been so motivated to do a good job with the work I’m doing because I know it directly reflects on me, no team or boss to hide behind now.
I love being in charge of my own workload, deadlines and being able to work from the comfort of my own space. I’m certainly not the kind of person that pines for office chitter-chatter or will miss having an office Christmas party. I had over a decade of corporate life and it’s not the life for me.
It’s not always going to be a bed of roses. I know only too well from working for a start-up business for the last five years how hard it is to actually get money from clients, but for now I’m feeling pretty proud of myself for getting here.