With slumber comes responsibility

Week 2 of freelancing and surprisingly I’m… having fun. After give or take two or three weeks of being paralyzed by fear, wanting to sleep all day, and getting my new ‘office’ in order (Staples and cables now in place), I am now settling into a workable routine. One good hair day at a time.

My Mondays have become an unplanned, yet welcome, foray into the culinary arts. Last week was highlighted by gooey dark chocolate brownies and homemade banana-walnut-chocolate chip muffins; this week it’s a big batch of spaghetti in cheesy tuna tomato sauce. (I’m on day three and the last serving.)

What used to be a morning dilemma of what fabulous outfit to start the week right (along with subway-friendly heels that are high enough to make me reach the stainless steel bars yet comfy enough to keep bunions a distant future concern) has become a happy ritual of donning my new apple red apron from Crate and Barrel. True, I miss the beautiful cafeteria at my former office, but right now I’m amazed at how I’m NOT spending at all. And my finances—though skeletal at the moment—are developing the backbone needed for a stable, disciplined, money-smart future. It’s true when you’re slapped with an unexpected lesson, you learn hard—and fast.

I’m far away from resting on my laurels just yet (or in my dad’s words, “sitting on my garlands”). But this journey is taking unexpected and exciting turns and cliché as this may be, the journey is more important than the destination.

And speaking of fun destinations, I’m going to the Hamptons for the first time this weekend. It’s work-related, but I’m thrilled nonetheless :)