One year ago today I celebrated my last day of corporate slavery.
So far, so good.
I adore the freedom of working freelance, and the satisfaction of a creative career. No surprise, it's much better than what I was doing before!
In the past twelve months, there have been one or two freak out moments -- "The economy sucks! I'm a FOOL to leave a safe corporate job!" -- but I always remembered immediately that I hated my "safe corporate job". End of freak out.
Sure, I'm enough of a pragmatist that I always keep my eyes open for some amazing job, but in a year of (admittedly desultorily) perusing job postings, I haven't been tempted to send in a single resume.
I finally have the best job in the world, the one I've wanted my entire life. Why would I give that up?