A wise man once told me that the key to being a balanced freelancer is making sure you change out of your pajamas every day.
So far I’ve failed miserably.
Changing clothes, brushing hair, going outside are all things I no longer know how to do.
Instead of telling you about my now two months as a freelancer, I thought I would show you in pictures.
Coffee no longer relieves headaches- it gives headaches
When you can no longer sit at your desk out of fear you will develop atrophy, watering dead plants is your only solace.
“Did I change my underwear yet today?” she wonders…
Staring at the ceiling fan pondering if you might die from lack of social interaction.
Going outside and looking for feral cats in the neighborhood because you’re not sure what else to do.
Excited to finally have time to cook but end up heating up peanut butter with stuff.
Standing outside the window questioning whether you’ll ever being a human being again.
