Last week when I shared my confession newsletter: Here’s a confession from a lazy writer, many of my friends liked it. Those who knew the secret and those who didn't.
And when I say many, I mean ten friends. Maybe eleven.
I wrote it just to get it out in the open. Just so I never have to take care not to reveal that side of me online. (eeek, double negatives)
And when Ashi said, "Reading this blog will help many understand [...] it's all in mind." I thought maybe I should explore more of myself. She writes the Hey Emotions newsletter. Subscribe and read them. One a day. Try not to binge if you want to understand the depths.
I decided to extend my confession.
So, today I would like to talk about my "career." It started late, actually.
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OK, back to my story…
My first job was (and is) being a content writer... At the age of 27.
Being a stay-at-home kid, I didn't explore a lot of opportunities.
I wanted to be a doctor because my dad is one. Today, with my shaky hands and loose grip, I surely wouldn't have been a great doctor. And add to that the compulsion to be lazy... just imagine.
Dad signed me up to take maths as my main. I graduated as a computer programmer. Couldn't take up a regular job. Risky.
So, what did I do all the years?
I spent half of my day at my pharmacy. Yes, I have one.
But still, I had too much time on hand.
And before becoming a content writer in 2017, I gathered cursory information about accounting, stock analysis, photography, web development, graphic designing, and don’t know what else.
I could have become a working-over-phone tech and finance consultant if only I knew I could.
In 2017, I came to know about "freelancing."
Getting into professional writing was a random choice, just like most freelance writers. (I tried as a freelance programmer too).
My initial target was to get $100 in six months. Yes, just 100. In six. Months.
But this freelance writing took off. That $100 came in within a month. And for a late bloomer like me, it felt like an achievement.
I remained casual for the next six months. With $100 a month, I was earning a pocket-money worth sum myself.
It was only after I set myself up on LinkedIn I realised the magic I could do. Nopes, I wasn’t dreaming of becoming a millionaire. I was expecting to go up from $100 a month. The less I expected, the more I achieved. Even I am not sure how?
But it made me happy. The happier I was, the more happy opportunities I got. And it kept on multiplying.
I almost 10x’d the sum now.
Still not much, I know. It’s just that it’s enough for me for now.
It makes me happy. Dad; more. He introduces me as a writer. He admits he doesn’t know how I do it, but he introduces me as someone who earns online by writing.
So, I guess it’s a little achievement finding my way out, tickling and tinkering with tech.
And since last year, I’ve also been able to set up a few other irregular income sources on my own, all by writing.
I can’t recall any setbacks as of much. Everything has been an achievement. And everything I achieved is by being a jack of all, unlike the trend.
And that’s all for today.
Bidding adieu.
Live long and prosper.
See you next week, with another story.
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