Yesterday morning, I drove for half an hour, got a bus for forty minutes then hopped into a taxi at 8:50am. I was running late. I was excited and eager but running late! On my way to the Aviva Stadium, the taxi driver asked was I on my way to work? I said, no, I’m heading to a conference. Ah, a different kind of work, he replied. I smiled, because I have attended my fair share of conferences, workshops and meetings in my past life as a medical librarian and yes they felt like work. What I was eagerly anticipating was not the same. While it was a networking event, it was so much more than work. Yesterdays Women’s Inspire Network (WIN) Event was inspirational. #win18dublin
It was this time last year when the thoughts of working from home started to creep in and invade my mind. The thoughts of the biggest career change and career move I would ever make. I panicked, I was scared, but I was also very positive and excited. But would anyone want to work with me? Would anyone like my article ideas? Would it all be a mistake or would I prove to the world that jumping ship from a 12 year career with 6 years of education under my belt was a wise decision? Panicking about a career change is natural.
If you’re a hardworking, busy mum (as most mums tend to be); it can be a challenge to find any “free time” at all. However, if you do have a spare hour or so during the day, evenings, or on the weekends, you could be using the time to earn some extra cash. Kids and family life can be expensive, so every bit of extra income could help to ease any financial stress, or go towards family holidays and days out together. And, dare we mention it; Christmas seems to be creeping up (apologies), and it’s always nice to have enough in the bank to feel comfortable throughout the season. Therefore, earning a little extra here and there, could go a long way. The following are some ideas, inspiration, and advice for those that might want to start pocketing some extra money.
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I obviously quit my job in January, after months of wondering and hoping, while on maternity leave, that working from home would be a viable option. And it has been. Financially we are better off than if we were forking out for childcare. I’ve worked every hour that I’ve been afforded and raised my profile as a writer, social media manager, content creator and more. I wear many hats! So many hat’s that I need to buy a hat rack. As the summer ended and we wrapped up our holidays in Wexford, I thought more and more about my quality of life and how working from home was pulling me down in ways I wasn’t expecting.
On the back of yesterday’s post about the term blogger being a dirty word, I thought it would be apt to follow up with a blogger tips post about the dirtiest of dirtiest of blogging things. Working with brands! I don’t do a hell of a lot of collaborations because one, they’re time consuming and two, they’re not always relevant. Generally when I do a blog post about a brand or product, I don’t get paid, I’m gifted the item and every opinion I have on that product is mine. If you’re a blogger and want to know how to get in with brands, my advice is to start small and build your way up.
Mommy Blogger is even worse! I’m not the first to admit it and I dare say I won’t be the last but when someone asks if I’m a blogger, I cringe a little. Blogger is a dirty word! Lately, I’ve been invited on to the auld radio to chat to the lovely people based on some of my articles in the auld newspapers, and if I’m introduced as a blogger rather than a freelance writer, euuggghhh, my insides churn a little. Not that I’m embarrassed to write a blog but rather for the misconceptions that come with being a “blogger”.
I’ve had quite a few people contact me in the past few months asking for advice on how to start Freelance Writing. Obviously, I’m no expert considering I am technically only doing this since January. But I didn’t simply dive in on the 1st day of the year. Becoming a freelance writer has been a work in progress for quite some time and I’ve learnt a few things along the way.
It doesn’t seem like I hang around my own blog too much anymore but trust me it’s always on my mind. I’ve been one of these buzzy bees or more like an annoying blue bottle bouncing off the walls and windows, trying desperately to find a way out to that fresh air. I can not sit still. My mind is constantly on the go between the kids, the house and my writing. Seven months into freelancing and I’ve discovered a pertinent truth to this career. I need a damn diary. Preferably one with an automatic entry from my brain. Oh yes, I need a telepathic diary.
I’ve been missing in action for the last while. Blogging has gone so far down my list of life essentials just like so many other things which have gone by the wayside. Four loads of ironing are waiting for me in the kitchen. The windows still have that brown sludgy residue on them from the Beast from the East. There is a fine layer of dust cascading through the house that seems to follow me everywhere. The weeds have decided to join us now that the weather has picked up and the chickens, well they’ve multiplied as we’ve adopted two more, but their pen is in desperate need of enlarging. And there’s a one year olds birthday party to plan. I have a list. A long list of items that will never get done because I am MIA.
I remember when I was on maternity leave with Little Miss, I felt very out of the loop with colleagues and friends. I was taking the standard 26 weeks maternity leave, which in itself is an incredibly short time. I would be back to work in, what now feels like, an instant. But for those five or six months with little contact from colleagues, I felt very isolated from work and it was odd heading in on that first day back. There was a sense of unnerving questions despite being excited to get back into the fold. Was I missed? Have things changed much? Can I still cope with the workload? Now that I’m not going back at all, feeling out of the loop is an understatement. I feel kind of blurred, like a nomad, forced to find my own way and a new center. And being dependent on myself to provide that centre is even more daunting.