What It’s Really Like Being Your Own Boss After GQ
Choosing to end my career, a career that I’d moved from South Wales to London for, didn’t come easy. My blog was around a year old when I left GQ and it was such a daunting thing to do. I’ve been in employment since I was 13 years old and spent a good eight years getting to where I did at Condé Nast so the prospect of being my own boss came with both its perks and concerns. What if the blog nose dived? Would I miss that salary? Would I get lonely?
But what if it went really well? If it grew and started doubling traffic every month? I’d saved in advance so that I’d be able to survive for three months without a salary but aside from that and filling my diary and scheduling content, there was little else I could do to prepare. Overall, with the anticipation and freedom to no longer consider the blog a side project but a full time job came plenty of optimism. But of course, ask anyone who is self employed and they’ll probably all tell you the same. The story doesn’t end there.