Never a Truer Word Unspoken

I have been working like a bastard this week. Because I was doing ok, I took my foot off the marketing pedal for a while plus I kinda lost my enthusiasm for the whole thing to be honest. It wasn't like I hated freelancing, it was just that I got a bit lazy, procrastinated a whole lot, and perhaps just burned myself out a little bit.

This resulted in me being short of clients this month and poorer than a church mouse on benefits. I'm not going to beat myself up about it; I'm (just) in my first year of business and I'm going to learn from it and move on. Things are looking up but I've learned a valuable lesson - life never gets any easier and you will be flogging yourself to the bone until you're on your death bed with little or no reward.

I did hope that at 38 I would have furthered myself a bit more than this though - sometimes I think that if you'd have told me life would be this hard when I was a kid I wouldn't have bothered. "sweetie-pie, when you're nearly 40 you will never have had a proper home, you'll be single and ageing fast, you will have no money to do anything you like, and you'll be working like a sod but will have nothing to show for it except debt... now run along and play darling"