Work is slow, the downside of being a freelancer.
I try focusing on the word free when I’m feeling full of uncertainty, the upside of not working 9 to 5.
Of course the 9 to 5ver doesn’t get awakened at 3 a.m. by his ConEd bill screaming…PAY ME FOR GOD’S SAKE BEFORE THE LIGHTS GO OUT.
Patience with a shot of faith is in order during a drought, taking one’s hand off that panic button.
I don’t look my age, but demographically I’m dead in the water…a floater if you will. They see the number and assume I’ll probably die during the day so best hire a younger gal who resembles me….one with less mileage. I’m tempted to say, hey…come kick my tires asshole, I still get forty miles to the gallon.
I remember years ago hearing someone say…get us Lauren Hutton, but a younger one, and I had just seen her on the street looking great. Youth dominates while those who’ve turned a corner are left there, to melt in the setting sun.
There’s an old expression…life can change on a dime, meaning it could flip very rapidly, and in my business that’s true. One day you’re counting pennies, the next, tossing them in the air as you board a plane to Paris.
You would think I’d be accustomed to the peaks and valleys, highs and lows by now, yet here I am wringing my hands, pacing like a cougar in the middle of the night wondering if it’s time to hock my good watch.
Will wait till the morning to make that decision since life, I’ve heard, can change in a heartbeat, or on a small coin with FDR’s face gracing it. And wasn’t he the one who said…all we have to fear is fear itself?
Besides, I’ll need my watch to be on time for that next job, comin round the mountain here she comes (we hope).