Today was an absolute mad day. Technically yesterday.
Four sessions, no fucking problem.
The freelance life has its pros and cons. The most beneficial thing has been the ability to make money and take off when I want for travel and down time.
Days like today show me how possible it is to basically make enough in one day that I’m able to pay the whole month’s bills.
I’m infatuated with finding this balance because it feels right. When I focused on my mental health and tried to grieve properly, good things came because I wasn’t expecting shit... Just kept my head down and worked my ass off.
I used to think there wasn’t enough time for other hobbies, but I managed to pick up longboarding while taking boxing lessons for the mind. I’m on month two in two different states and lucky enough to have synced up with very helpful trainers. There are no words. It’s an uphill battle on the daily, but I feel stronger than ever.
The key for the rest of the year is continuance within the realm of balance.
If I can develop a team and solidify bookings for every day of the year, we’re looking at a $500k yearly business. That’s a long shot, but the glimpses are nice. It gives me something to keep working diligently for. Each day is a chance to become better than I was the day before. Of course, the reality is much different and these checkpoints only show me the abundance in limits when it comes to creativity. FUCKING. LIMITLESS.
The skies. The motherfucking skies, man.