When i went bat-shit-crazy and resigned the month before last, in sure there were among you dear readers those wondering why. Why, after all the whining about not having a job, about being unemployable, being unrecognised for my awesome mad skills? And you and i both know who you are, don't we? Yes, there will be days when i do question my decision. Yes, i am anxious about leaving security and a regular cheque. Even though it was for only five months. Freelancing is a bit of an unknown entity. Scarey. But so far, I have no regrets. This week I hit my weekly income target without too much difficulty. I sleep better at night. Life is a slower pace. I've painted my studio and almost completely moved back in. My new oil paints are waiting. I'm content.
