I have been working as a freelance writer for several years; it has been my side job and has afforded me the ability to pay my husband’s truck payment and is paying for my yoga teacher training.
I have balanced it with my part-time job as a diabetes educator. I loved both jobs equally.
On May 19th, unfortunately, my position as a diabetes educator was eliminated. I was heartbroken. Which led me to question a lot of things, career-wise – did I really want to continue to spend the next 30 years, working in a broken healthcare system?
I had dinner with some of my coworkers last week; when I mentioned this, she said, “but you’ve been bit by the diabetes bug.”
Ok – that may sound weird to you, my dear readers. But my job – I actually felt I made a difference in people’s lives on a daily basis. So, I decided to take my career in a different direction and work in a contract position, working with an insulin pump company, meaning this is on my terms.
The beauty of this?
My life is my own.
Well, kind of. I have a husband, and a son, and a family, and friends, and responsibilities. But you know.
Where am I going with this?
Before, my writing was a side gig. It took the backseat. I never thought of myself as a writer, merely as someone who wrote for extra money.
Now, I know: I’m a writer.
I know I’ll pay my dues. I’ll write things I don’t necessarily want to write, to make that cash money. But at the end of the day, it’s going to be a life on purpose.
Why am I sharing this? After all, this is a blog about food allergies. And migraines. And an anti-inflammatory diet. And healthy living in general.
Because every now and then, I want to humanize it a bit, and let you know who I am, what I am about, and where I come from. People, I’m not going anywhere.