Three Years Later

Glass of champagneToday marks 3 years of self employment for me. What an exciting ride it’s been!

I am so thankful to Christine, the queen of code monkeys, who helped me take the leap and has taught me immeasurable things.

I have learned so much in these 3 years. About web development, about myself, about handling clients, the joys and challenges of running my business, of working for myself at home. About starting new ventures.

It hasn’t been all sun & roses. It can be frustrating, scary, and lonely at times. I tend to work a lot more than I did at my corporate job. When you (mostly) love the work you do, that happens easily because it doesn’t all feel like work. On the flip side if I need to get out for a hike in the middle of the day, I often can.

Yet I can’t imagine giving it up for any traditional job. (Offer me one of those “best job in the world” gigs somewhere tropical for a year and I might change my tune :P ) I love being able to shape my direction, the freedom of my schedule, the variety of my clients and their projects.

Thank you to everyone who’s been so supportive of this journey!

To my husband who quietly brings me coffee or lunch (or makes me go take a nap) just when I need it…

To the clients who have such faith in me…

To the communities of the Sunshine Coast who’ve been so welcoming…

And my Twitter friends who give me a virtual water cooler and library and a good laugh…

A toast! Thank you!

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2 Responses to Three Years Later

  1. christine says:

    I can’t believe it’s been three years already. Times goes by quickly. I agree with you 100% about not wanting to give it up for a traditional job. We should probably put a team of us together and come up with a plan for not working so much… I’m not sure how to go about that, but I do feel that even though I also love my work, I’m starting to love it less because of the hours…..

  2. Tzaddi says:

    I know!

    Maybe we need a pat-each-other-on-the-back system for days we don’t work. I know a lady who’s kid made her a sticker board. Every day she doesn’t work she gets a sticker :-)