Today I seriously worked my butt off. Well at least it felt like it, because I was sitting for like 4 hours straight, writing. Ok, so here's the deal, while I launch my fabulous singing career I still have to bring in some revenue. I am really into writing, always have been, and there is currently a huge un-tapped market in freelance wriitng. Sounds perfect, huh? Real cushy? Try exhausting, demanding, nerve wrecking, and ironically fulfilling.
Being a good writer, having a creative streak is not enough in today's market. I learned that the hard way over the last few months. I even started a rejection file. Talk about ego deflation! Yet, I feel that I can succeed as a freelance writer. I feel I can succeed at pretty much anything that I put my mind too.
Yes, sometimes I see my loved ones physically laboring and I feel like I'm doing them some kind of injustice. But lets be real people. You can work hard with your mind. And as far as I am concerned I am 100 times smarter than I was when I was bartending or waiting tables. Now I'm not downing the restaurant/night club industry at all. All I'm saying is God gave me these talents and instead of working for them, I choose to let them work for me. So I guess if you think "work" is defined by what you do physically then I am hardly working, while I'm working hard.