I haven't posted anything for quite some time because July 29 I became self-employed. Since then I've been working my butt off! Some people ask why I decided to make a move to become a freelance editor. Much of it has to do with Michael. One lesson that his death taught me is to live my life for me. Why do we work like dogs for someone else for 30-40 years to save for this retirement that we're not even guaranteed to reach? I decided I'm going to work for myself and live and do what I want to do.
As a result, I hope to travel more because I can work wherever I have online access. I hope to visit friends and stay with them. I can work during the day when they're at work and then in the evenings spend time with them. I also want to go to Australia and Europe for extended trips.
Early on I've been working like a mad man because I wanted to make sure I had enough clients to keep me busy and pay my bills. I see that will be no problem. I would be remiss without saying that as grateful I am to have this experience, I'm definitely bittersweet because Michael's death allowed me this opportunity. With the life insurance policy, I haven't had to worry about paying bills while I've started my business.
Right now, as I write this, I pause. At this time exactly 11 months ago Michael died. I'm sitting in my office/spare bedroom and can look out into the landing and see the spot where he died. I've been able to find a new normalcy in life, but I also miss him terribly. Even after 11 months, I sometimes catch myself and have to remind myself that this isn't a bad dream. He is gone. I say a little prayer for him right now. I love you Michael.
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