A few weeks ago, I went all ‘YOLO!’ and handed in my notice to the company I’ve been working for since last year. At the age of 25, this was my first “real” job — you know, the kind with paid vacation (four weeks!), a pension scheme, weekly Friday beers, and no fixed end date. Alas, the draw of location-independence and self-determination proved too strong, and I finally convinced myself getting out was the right thing for me.
Quitting your job to freelance is a big transition, a roller coaster of emotions and reactions. If I’ve thought these things, it’s likely they’ll cross your mind too. Enjoy the ride.