I wasn’t going to write about 2014 at first but I finally saw that it was because I felt like I didn’t have that much to write about. 2013 was the year of change: moving to Los Angeles, getting our apartment, becoming an editor. 2014 was much more rocky, but in writing it out, I remember all those things that made it so necessary. In all its messiness and uncertainty, 2014 is what will make 2015 so wonderful.
I started the year optimistic but January was difficult. It led to me quitting a position and pursuing freelance a little by chance. I did a lot of DIY. I had a lot of time to myself. I am probably responsible for the fact that my two cats do not like being alone. I wrote a lot. I ghost-wrote. I helped my writer friends who had too much writing to do. I wrote for a blog (The Interior Project) that took lots of time + energy for less than minimum wage and they didn’t even pay me my last invoice (similarly with Karmic Fit). I found that the blogging I did for free either as a contributor or for myself was more fulfilling than what people would pay for. All in just a few months.
