You know I used to idolise the freelance life. I wanted the remote lifestyle, my own hours, and the freedom from fluorescent-bathed cubicles.
And I would get a taste of the digital nomad lifestyle, but me being me, I would also get bored of it real quick.
Back then, I used to whine to anyone who’d listen, and seeing as to how my friends were way more responsible than me, my complaints often fell on deaf ears.
“What’s the problem?” a friend once said. “At least you get to stay home.”
“Yeah,” I’d tell them, “but I work just as hard at ho—”
“And you don’t need to spend time and money on your commute. You lucky guy, you.”
“That’s a solid point for sure, but—”
“It must be great to schedule your own time. If I were you, I’d spend my days working at cafes.”
“But work is work—”
“You’re so lucky.”