I’ve been my own boss for a year now. A year and a day, actually, given the existence of 29 February. A whole 366 days without pointless meetings, petty office politics, red tape, commuter hell and overpriced coffee. As you can probably tell, I don’t miss my old existence at all. It was making me stressed, tired …
Today is exactly three months since I left my old job to go freelance. I’m significantly poorer financially, but so much happier so I know I made the right choice. There have been a few teething problems as well as the stresses you’d expect about being both my own boss and the only earner in the family, but …