Freelance Life: One Month In


I have been a freelance lass for one month.  SAY WHAT?

That surreal feeling of freedom combined with a constant state of *mild* panic hasn’t quite settled in yet. There has been a lot (a bladdy LOT) of pre-5AM starts, scurrying around London armed with yoga mats, sage, my savasana oil, candles and keep cups. Not as chill as the picture above, lolz.

In the midst of invoices and questioning every move are fleeting moments of clarity and realisation that I did it. I took the leap, let go of fear and invited the f*ck it moments in with open arms.


I dreamt about this for years. Years spent behind my desk at work, visualising what life would look like if I was self employed. How it would feel if I was my own baaaaawwss. No uniforms, annual leave woes, 11:30AM lunch breaks. What I would do with my days and more importantly, how I wanted to bring good times to the people around me via yoga (and cake, obvs hehe).

The dream is pretty simple, really. Nothing glam, just me sat at my fold out kitchen table, make up free with a cold cup of forgotten tea and large bowl of pasta. Pretty mundane, really, but A something that has never happened before at 13:23 on a Wednesday afternoon. Life is pretty  random at the mo, and although the lack of structure (and salary) is a liiiiitttle unnerving – I feel as if autopilot has been switched off. And it feel bloody excellent.

Although, I have missed this blog BIG TIME. Pouring my thoughts onto paper (WordPress) is a little like therapy to me. Filtering through my thoughts, having a chinwag, and  space to document life through pictures and words that ain’t Instagram.

Now that things are beginning to settle and I have classes on the reg, I will (fingers crossed) be able to dedicate some more time to sitting down and writing. We’ll see, ey?


Ain’t it crazy how life can change so much based on one decision? One click of the ‘send’ button, one moment of courage. It made me think of this quote (because we all love a quote):

‘You may not see it today or tomorrow, but you will look back in a few years and be absolutely perplexed and awed by how every little thing added up and brought you somewhere wonderful, or where you always wanted to be. You will be grateful things didn’t work out the way you once wanted them to.’

Ah, life.

Here’s to fuck it moments, dreams and hopefully writing more blog posts.

Immy x