Five months ago, in an out-of-character burst of confidence, I quit my corporate job. I threw my safe, cushy corporate life out the window in favor of a volatile career as a freelance writer. And I’ve loved every damn second of it.
But, like any human, I’ve had doubts and fears along the way. Some so severe they’ve left me poking around on LinkedIn for job openings.
I figured instead of mull over the specific times I’ve regretted quitting my job, I’d write about them. I am a writer, after all.
Oct. 10 at 8:08 a.m. It was the first Monday after quitting my job. For a moment, I felt like my whole world was falling apart.
“Could I really do this? Aren’t I breaking some sort of law? It’s 8:09 a.m., and I’m still in my pajamas . . .”
Then I remembered that I got to write that day, all day. And everything calibrated.
Oct. 24 at 3:47 p.m. My freelance writing coach had invited me to join the Real Freelancers Slack channel. Immediately, I saw the activity, success, and income happening for these other freelance writers.
“Allie, you’ll never be as good as these folks . . .”
Then I realized that I’d only been freelancing full-time for 14 days and that I needed to give myself a damn break.
Nov. 12 at 11:10 p.m. My late-night quests for inspiration had turned into massive intimidation after reading a few too many websites, portfolios, “big break” stories and testimonials of other freelance writers.
“Holy cow, this will never happen for me. I’m chugging along with just a few clients, and I haven’t even determined a niche yet.”
Jan. 15 at 10:30 a.m. The contract with my first remotely consistent client ended, and I was completely unsure of where my next paycheck of that size was coming from.
“This is it. My career is over. Mom, Dad, I’m moving back in. Yes, Dad, I get that you told me freelancing full-time was a risk . . .”
Then, in another out-of-character burst of confidence, I picked myself up and began again. I cold emailed, searched for jobs, polished my website and grew my self-published portfolio. And I remembered why I loved what I was doing.
Jan. 25 at 2:32 p.m. I had met with my wealth manager to start allocating the funds in my Roth IRA. He’s a family friend who knew my story, but he still took the time to question me about what freelance writers actually do and how much I really expected to make in 2017.
(I’m not even going to explain the doubts and insecurities that swelled at that moment.)
Then I remembered that I was sitting in a wealth manager’s office at 22 years old attempting to provide for my future (as a freelancer). It shouldn’t matter what I do for a living.
Feb. 22 at 5:45 a.m. In a bout of night sweats and anxiety, I had realized that my decision to freelance full-time had hindered, if not obliterated, my love for writing.
“I’ve got to get published. Two measly recommends on Medium is nonsense, Allie. Work harder. You’re not a good writer, and you’ll never be able to live on this salary . . .”
Yeah, anxiety can have a life (and sharp tongue) of its own.
The next day, I did some digging on my favorite writers and their humble beginnings. Jeff Goins’ A Writer’s Manifesto helped remind me to stay centered on the reasons behind my major career move. I routinely return to this when freaking out.
When I started this journey, I didn’t expect it to be simple. But, I also didn’t anticipate that so many different and silly things would make me question my confidence and passion. As certain as I felt about myself and my skill, they sure took a beating every time a wave of anxiety, pressure, or intimidation hit.
Freelancing full-time is scary, and the salve for that fear can look different every time it arises. In my experience, the best way to face that fear is to:
- Acknowledge it (Fear is here.)
- Feel it (Alright, Fear, what do you have to say?)
- Calm it (Fear, you’re being silly!)
- Knock it out (Fear, GTFO.)
Truth is, fear is going to get you nowhere (except maybe mentally huddled in a corner, shivering, with your nails chewed down to stubs). If you can’t pull yourself out, lean on a close friend, a funny movie or even a good night’s sleep to help you feel centered again.
It’s okay to acknowledge that you’re feeling uncertain or scared. Face it, then turn around and run in the direction of your passions. That’s what I’ve done by turning my fear into this kickass article.