When I started my blog four years ago it was to share my experiences, thoughts, and frustrations, but mostly it was a way for me to write again. Sure, I've taken breaks from writing when my life became busier, but over the past month I have remembered just how much I enjoy having this outlet.
One evening last week as Adam and I were rehashing our days, he brought something very astounding to my attention. I was discussing how my day was the same as always and he commented, "but didn't you have time to write for a bit today while the kiddos were napping?" I replied, "Well, yes." He turns and says to me with a smile, "So you're getting paid to write in a way:)"
Huh. I hadn't really considered this before. It's such a small part of my work day, but I love it. Thinking about writing for a living made me feel...good. Actually, it made me feel pretty great. Refreshed somehow.
Now in the past, I have investigated freelance writing here and there knowing how difficult, competitive and unpredictable it is to get into. Especially in a smaller city like Portland with less options, but perhaps it's time to invest some more time exploring this possibility...
Teaching is still my passion, not being a nanny, but at this point it pays the bills. However, who says I can't play around with more than one passions during this life?

























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