Earlier this month I bitched about passion taking hard work.
Which, for the record, it does. I worked my ass off these past few weeks, wading through proposals, invoices, health insurance, and oh shit revelations. (Like how long it takes to learn a new client’s work style.)
But I stayed on schedule and got shit done.
So while I’m excited to start this new chapter off strong, I’m also painfully aware of its privilege.
That I can quit a job to chart my own course.
That I only have bills, not a family to support.
That I have an incredible partner who can cover my portion of electricity if I fuck it all up.
That I have the time to even have a passion, let alone the means to turn it into a paycheck.
Because passion is a privilege.
And pursuing it is a precious commodity. I hope to use it well.
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