And my partner and I are running a big piece of business at a big agency in a big city.
Perhaps I’ll be a creative director again. Or maybe I’ll direct a commercial. Or take a few days off to be with my family. Or perhaps dive into the next iteration of Lemonade: Detroit.
That’s both the joy and the terror of freelancing. Every day is different. Some months are financially solid while others teeter on ruin. Some days are creatively liberating while others choke you out. It’s the rhythm and flow of human experience, as seen through the prism of independent contracting.
But today, I am a creative director. It’s Thanksgiving Eve. And I am happy.