The “job-that-pays-the-bills” is drying up without warning or explanation.
I have flashes of panic, just as I did when I dropped out of my career without a plan, raiding the puny 403b (the non-profit world’s equivalent of a 401k) and hoping I’d figure out something in the meantime.
Which I did.
But mostly, I’m just slack-jawed with wonder and gratitude because no matter how many times it happens, I’m always still surprised when the doors open.
Last night, I was worrying about money. I’d just finished sending in four of my five guidebook features but who knows when I’ll be paid?
This morning, I was offered a new contract to work on two features for a different guide. And this afternoon, another message: potential guidebook contract for later this fall.