This year has brought with it many changes. I almost can’t remember what my old life felt like. Now it’s busy, full of challenges and I’m having trouble sometimes to find the time to do the things I love to do…..like sewing and blogging and pottering in the garden.
I think, if I’m honest, that I’ve been conning myself that I can sort of stretch time and still be able to do everything.
Ok, deep breath….I can’t. It doesn’t work and I’ve made up my mind that some things have to change.
For the last 9 years I’ve been working part-time from home doing editing, translating and proof-reading for academics – my own little business that I’ve built up from scratch and which ticks along…
…except that now ‘ticking along’ means coming home from work tired and having to do an emergency editing job in the evening, or not being in the garden on a lovely Saturday afternoon because I have a translation to do.
When I went back to ‘work’ in January I kept the editing going mainly because I didn’t know if my job was going to work out and because after so many years, my business is a bit like a fourth child. I couldn’t let it go. It was mine, my responsibility, something I had done all on my own.
But now it’s time. Time to let go. Time to give up and move on. I feel like I’ve taken a big step.
I’ve found someone who I am happy will take good care of my clients, I’ve written to everyone telling them what I’m doing and I’m getting ready to send out my final invoices and write to the social security people.
It’s done. I’ve let go. I’ve claimed back my free time …..
I feel slightly lightheaded and rather exhilarated at the same time.
I hope this means you will be seeing a bit more of me round here. I hope so. It’s been too long….