In 2008, I worked at a fantastic job with great coworkers and a boss I adored. I was approached by a recruiter for a job at another agency that would have meant a move up for me. I offhandedly mentioned to a casual acquaintance that I was thinking about taking it, and when she asked why, I said, “More money. More power.” This woman (who barely knew me) looked puzzled and said, “THAT’S not you!”
Indeed it wasn’t, but I ignored my gut, took the new job, and ended up miserable with a capital m. I made a pretty spur-of-the-moment decision to quit– without doing all the things good aspiring freelancers should do, like saving money or lining up gigs. Basically I just decided one day that I was now a freelancer and that was that. Oh, did I mention this was in October of 2008?
After about 2 weeks, I realized that I wasn’t going to be able to make the rent and that maybe this was a really bad idea. I hustled to get myself into a PhD program at the University of Michigan, where I would receive a monthly stipend– so that even if I didn’t get clients for a month (or six months), I wouldn’t starve.
And that’s how it all began!