Life as a freelancer: turning fear into fuel

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.

An accurate representation of the leap into freelancing.

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.