A funny thing, fear. It has an awful habit of rushing headlong at long-held ambitions and driving them into the proverbial bush, under which they lie, dormant, forced to reconsider their route to fruition.
Does this apply to me?*
Such has been the case with my life as a freelancer, which - had I felt the fear and done it anyway - may well have begun some years ago. But better late than never.
And so I arrive, finally decisive, and gratefully armed with a decade of skills honed in journalism, publishing and project management. I wouldn't say the freelance fear has dissipated completely, but this time round I'm aiming to harness it as some kind of human jet fuel to speed me on the journey.