One year ago today, I had a little ceremony. I sat down at my desk, a desk as thrillingly blank and organized as any desk of mine has ever been. My vintage cup steamed with hot coffee from my own maker. My black-and-white composition notebook was full of ambitious to-dos which I’d filled out with my then-favorite pen. I stood, armed with school supplies, on the precipice of something of wonderful and terrifying. I dove…
I landed just fine. I’ve been busier than I ever imagined — largely thanks to one amazing long-term client, I am a well-kept woman (do what you will with the analogy that begs to be here). And there’s an abundance of work beyond that if I want it.
The moral of this story: be brave and you will be glad.
Happy anniversary! I am enormously proud of and inspired by you.
Glad to remember exactly when you started the rest of your life. Also glad to read that you think it has been successful. I am very proud of you for taking a chance and making it work. I love you, Kate.
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Mom