Last week I picked up my first real pay cheque in years. It wasn't much, but that didn't matter. For the first time, in a long time, I felt the lightness of earning my own money again.
I won't lie - I did a happy dance for a minute or two.
Having a regular pay cheque (as opposed to the unpredictable salary of a writer) is such a good feeling, after not having had one for so long.
Out of university, J and I worked full time straight away. Financial freedom was as natural as eating breakfast. We could take holidays, purchase things for our home, clothes, dinners out - all at the drop of a hat.
I look back and wonder WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING? I should have put more money away. Or gone on more holidays. I can't decide.
And then I went on maternity leave.
I'm incredibly lucky to have not had to work these past few years, I realize. And there's never been an issue with us sharing a single salary (not that I spend much).
But there's a lot to be said about the satisfaction of earning one's own money - even if it's not quite what it used to be.
Letting go of my financial freedom has been difficult
The best thing of all is, I like what I do to earn the money.
Life is good.
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