Me, eight years later

Standard

Today is a bit of a special day today, a day that marks a major transition in my life: today, 8 years ago, I graduated college with a B.A. in English/Writing from the University of South Carolina (Go Gamecocks!)

Once again, this day has inspired me to examine where I am in life and how far I’ve come since I crossed the platform at the Colonial Center in my red fishnet stockings and black Doc Marten boots that unrelentingly hot May morning. I remember wondering where I would be five years down the road, imagining what I would be doing and how I would be making a difference in the world. My career goals were fuzzy, and I had resigned myself to living out my days in my hometown and was a tad fearful of the possibility of just existing.

As I moved my tassel to the right side of my mortar cap, I never imagined that I would be raising a son in Alabama, so far away from my family; I never would have dreamed that I would be making connections with clients all over the country and getting paid enough for my writing in order to claim the title of “professional writer”. I had no idea where I was going, but I knew I would get there at some point.

When the road we take is not straight from Point A to Point B, we have, throughout our journey, the opportunity to acquire some crucial life lessons along the way that will eventually, if we are dedicated enough, guide us to where we want to be. Sometimes, even the most seemingly insurmountable trials can have fantastic rewards if we are open to them. Sometimes, the speed bumps we hit along the way reveal a part of ourselves that we never knew existed; a stronger, more assertive, more liberated self.

While I may not have had a clue so many years ago as to the twists and turns that would lay before me, I think I have zigged and zagged appropriately, and now I enjoy claiming my rewards — just never forget that hard work and persistence are never things to forego, no matter how comfortable things may be.

Why we should hold on to our inner child

Aside

Last night, I decided to create an Excel spreadsheet of the writing jobs I have acquired since living in Alabama. Within three weeks, I was awarded 7 writing jobs on a freelancing website I subscribe to and scour religiously each day. While most are just one-time jobs, I am ecstatic to be building my portfolio at a much more rapid rate than before, and I get work on a diverse set of projects with clients from all over the country.

When I lost my job last year at 8 months pregnant, I attempted to launch my writing career through Craigslist ads and freelancing websites, but only got about 3 jobs in 2 months, and none offered additional work. It was discouraging, but I kept at it. I took a break once my son was born just so I could completely bask in the glow of motherhood and watch and snuggle him 24/7, then other jobs came up that landed me back in another office doing the same old thing. Now, I’m in a different place, and I am fortunate enough to have the resources to be able to survive without an office job.

I was about 9 years old when I discovered poetry and started writing regularly soon after. My career goal was to be Editor-in-Chief of Rolling Stone. That might not be in the cards for me now, but what is in the cards, what is attainable and happening as I type this is the opportunity to be a professional writer. I now have the opportunity to connect with clients, keep my portfolio fresh and current, and I get to work on projects of all shapes and sizes. I am learning what works with job bids and what doesn’t; how to negotiate rates with clients; and how to market myself for long-term projects. If an office job pops up along the way, great — if it’s the right move, I’ll take it (afterall, I do have a son for whom to provide). But, until then, to know that I can earn a semi-sustainable income just on my writing alone is of incredible comfort to me and something I’m sure the 9 year-old me would be super excited about.

Single mom, unintentional

Standard

Growing up, girls are raised believing that they will one day find their Prince Charming, get married and together have a beautiful family. Then, as the girl becomes a woman, and endures more than her fair share of slimy frogs. Where there should have been a white picket fence is a pile of bills, limited paycheck and a screaming, teething baby banging his head on the coffee table. 

Events precipitating this scene aside, being a single mom is twice, if not thrice, as difficult as being a mom with a live-in partner. As if parenting wasn’t demanding enough, a break is graciously possible with a partner there beside you to say, “You sit down and relax. I’ll change his diaper/feed him/bathe him/coddle him.” Being a mother becomes a 24/7 job with no breaks, not even to pee. And, as fulfilling as motherhood is, there is no shame in admitting that it gets overwhelming sometimes. 

When I first started this blog, motherhood was an idea of “one day, when I’m ready”. I never thought I would be a 30 year-old single mom living in Alabama, that’s for sure. I envy moms who have family living locally, but recognize that it is my choice to live 8.5 hours from mine. 

And, here I am, having survived his first week of daycare, the subsequent first upper respiratory/sinus infection and celebrating my baby boy being healthy again. I’ve traded late nights with Jim Beam for up-all-nighters with Infant Motrin and teething tablets, a lullaby playlist on Pandora, and dancing my little man to sleep as the moonlight washes over us through the bedroom window. Bad dreams are dissolved when I receive that big, toothless grin at 6 a.m. and it doesn’t seem so bad to wake up before the sun. 

Image

Being a single mom has propelled me forward. It has forced me to examine what I really want out of life, who I finally want to be and what I want to teach my son. It has afforded me the opportunity to carefully select who surrounds us and the influences that are acceptable. The best part is knowing that my dreams are not unattainable simply because I have a child, and that makes all of the hard work and long hours worth it. 

New venue, new perspective.

Aside

Again with the hiatus! Apologies, my fabulous, loyal readers. Since my last entry, circumstances changed — as they often do in life — and my son and I moved to Huntsville, Alabama.

Why Alabama? I say, why not? It is incredible how a change of scenery can change your entire perspective on life. No more hustle and bustle of ATL. No more ridiculous commute.

My biggest accomplishment thus far? Surviving my son’s first upper respiratory infection! It hit him fast and hard and took about a week to kick, but he is back to being my ornery, giggly boy. It definitely was not easy taking care of sick baby with my parents being 8.5 hours away, but I’m proud that I was able to handle it all on my own. He has an excellent pediatrician and compassionate ladies at daycare who called to check on him.

I see big things happening for me here.

As always, I am open to new writing projects, so feel free to contact me!

Snowpocalypse Pt. 2 — Welcome to North GA!

Standard

Well, it doesn’t look like I’ll be going anywhere today. Here is what I woke up to at 5:45 this morning, and it’s showing no signs of slowing down (it’s actually coming down harder now!)

Now, I’m not exactly thrilled about this, but going to make the best of it. Thankful to have food in the kitchen and a warm home.67870_10102045355063977_357742379_n

1510671_10102045353522067_1465855379_n

1625713_10102045354365377_132184473_n

 

I am Southern, and I am Anti-Snow.

Standard

Good morning, folks! 

During my morning commute today, the DJ’s were all stuck on this pending “Snowpocalypse Pt. II”. The rumor is that this week will be worse than the one we had two weeks ago, the one that put me out of work for four (unpaid) days. I’m originally from Coastal SC, so driving in snow and ice is completely foreign to me — but put me in a torrential downpour or a hurricane, and I’m good to go. 

I have seen snow two other times in my life that I can remember, and I was too young then to have to worry about driving in it. I could put the Ziploc bags over my shoes (It’s the South…who has snowshoes??) and run around for about 20 minutes before running back into the house to thaw out in front of the fireplace.

So, this begs the question, if I am out of work for a couple of days, what in the world am I going to do to survive all of that downtime? Here are few ideas:

1. Spend some time with my kid, although this did prove detrimental to me during my involuntary 4-day vacation. I got so used to being with him 24/7 again, that I dreaded going back to work — and I actually enjoy where I work!

2. Work on my taxes. Why not? I could use that refund right about now! 

3.  I’m fine on groceries and baby food for the rest of the week. So, food goal: Find a kick-ass new pork chop recipe and make my neighbors jealous with the aromatic food smells wafting from my apartment.

4. More freelance work! This would be a good time to send me some project ideas, j/s 🙂

5. Find a new TV show to get addicted to on Netflix. Still waiting on the new season of Orange is the New Black.  

I’m sure this list will grow the longer I’m off work. But, for now, I’m going to churn out as many memos and letters as I can, and hope and pray that this disastrous “devil’s dandruff” (how’s that for alliteration?) is a just an exaggeration, and flurries will be the greatest of my worries.

How’s the weather where you are? If you’re experiencing some unusual winter weather, how are you coping?

How’s the weather where you are? 

 

 

Thursday Randomness

Standard

This post is all about sharing some of this week’s randomness. Here we go:

1.  While listening to my favorite morning radio show during my commute to work today, they posed an interesting questions: Would you ever date someone who didn’t drink? As a former avid drinker myself (it’s amazing how having a kid will change you!), I couldn’t help but compare myself pre-pregnancy v. myself now, as a mom. I know that, pre-pregnancy, I didn’t hang out with one person who didn’t drink (except my mom). Now, I prefer to keep those Moscato nights few and far between.

2. One thing that never gets old to me about working in Midtown Atlanta is the characters you come across on a daily basis. Yesterday, I was sitting at a cafe in my building and watched someone literally walk circles around the building. He looked as happy as could be, walking in circles in the cold.  Building security didn’t even budge to ask about him.

3. Meanwhile, down the street at GA Tech, a student was found to be in possession of molotov cocktails and gasoline He sounds brilliant!

Any randomness happening for you this week? Leave it in the comments section!

Ready to roar

Standard

I woke up this morning with an insane amount of energy and enthusiasm. Could it be the two slices of peanut butter-covered white bread I had for breakfast? Perhaps, but I’m guessing it has more to do with the “Fake it ’til you make it” mentality I have recently adopted. 

I am beyond excited to make 2014 my biggest year ever, at least career-wise. I have knocked down the doors to so many promising opportunities, and while it may be a lot to juggle at first, I can’t wait to get started. I’m up for it. I’m ready. 

Like Katy Perry sings, “You’re gonna hear me roar!”

What are you super excited about lately? 

Time flies!

Standard

Time flies when you’re offline!

Now that the first month of 2014 is over, and the ice has thawed beneath my feet (and let’s hope it stays that way, ATL!), I can get back to focusing on this blog — time to get it organized and get consistent.

I have some new projects in the works which should keep my butt in gear, and I am excited about that. My son is growing like a bad weed, and I just started a new job in Midtown, so life is crazy, but still tremendously beautiful.

Please be sure to follow my blog so you can catch all the forthcoming updates and see what exactly I have in store. 🙂

What are some of your goals for 2014? What are you hellbent and bound to accomplish this year?