In less than a month, I’m officially a freelance editor. Tomorrow, I have a telephone interview; so I may add “freelance writer” to my list of descriptive titles. As much as I’ve enjoyed this time, I don’t quite feel as if I have completely acclimated to my new career status.
It’s not merely the flexible schedule, waking up happy and well-rested and living every day to its fullest. My current brand of crazy is that I want more. I want to develop the type of efficiency where I can read more; attend more cultural and educational things; be better at painting and writing fiction; contribute more to the advancement of society.
In short, I miss teaching. Seldom do I miss an opportunity to teach someone something when I’m being sociable. Nor do I let the previously unknown to passively present itself without further investigation. As a matter of fact, I’ve got an ever-growing book list, which no longer causes me anxiety about how in the world I’ll read them all during my lifetime. I now view that list as the reason I’ll never be bored with life.
At the end of June, I’m taking a voluntourism trip to Peru. Now that I work from home, I’ve indulged in rebooting my Spanish with an on-line program for an hour or two every day and reading about Peruvian history. Last week, I attended a slideshow about Ecuador and Peru and yesterday, I attended a lecture about a pre-Incan Peruvian culture, given by a world-renown archaeologist.
So there’s no doubt that I’m making every day count. The challenge is to share my knowledge. I want others to be just as fired up about enlightening themselves as I am. I believe if people had something meaningful to strive for and contribute, then they would do it.