One of the many benefits of working from home is the comfort of knowing that your boss will not pass behind you and see you blogging during office hours, or looking at craft blogs, or reading your favorite news websites.
I have been working at the comfort of my home, without the pressure of getting up early to fix myself and the hassle of daily commute, for more than a year now. There are certainly many advantages with this set-up and honestly, I can’t bring myself to thinking of going back to a typical worker’s life.
It wasn’t the goal when I first thought about having a career though. It is highly doubtful that a little girl, idealistic and far from disillusionment, would say freelance writer or writer who works at home when asked what her ambition in life is. Having a career used to mean being employed at a company, spending most of your waking hours in the confines of an office building or in the field, trying to get higher-ups notice your efforts and wish for them to offer a career ladder for you to climb.
Since a teacher assigned a journal writing assignment to us in 5th grade, I have known that there is nothing else in the world I would like to do than write for a living. Writing for a magazine and garnering enough wisdom to write a novel that other people would appreciate and relate to have been the ultimate dreams as a child.
More than a dream, I had a plan to get there. I would write and learn how to harness a beautiful language in writing till I’m good enough to become part of a renowned magazine. I wouldn’t care if I didn’t get to eat on time and if the baggage under my eyes were as big as my lips, as long as I was working for a reputed publishing company.
What I missed to tell you is that I was naïve and gullible, and I didn’t understand how it actually works in the world I wanted to belong to. You not only need to be great at what you do, you also have to know the right people. I did get to work for a publishing company right after college and the experience I gained from it, I thought, would catapult me to where I really wanted to be. Two years later, I resigned and took some time off. I realized I couldn’t handle being under a boss, especially when one wasn’t particularly a fan of the art of listening.
Here I am a year later, with one discontinued business attempt, a full-time job as a (copy, SEO, blog) writer, and I couldn’t be happier. Well, my dream of writing a novel and having it published is still alive but I doubt it to happen anytime soon so it would be shelved for the meantime. I didn’t get my dream as a child but we all grow up. I’m still writing for a living and I have this space on the Internet as a playground for words and thoughts. It’s so simple and uncomplicated, what’s not to love?