A sense of accomplishment
I’m done. I did it. I’m not referring to school — I still have one semester to go. I’m referring to my full time freelance position as a recipe developer and managing food editor, which ended on Thursday. For the past 19 weeks, I worked full time while going to school part time, without compromising much family time in the process. It was exhausting, but I’m so proud for getting through it and helping the company to keep its food section going while their editor was on maternity leave.
During those 19 weeks, I was given the opportunity to write hundreds of recipes, test a few, art direct photos (and even take some of my own photos for a few recipes) and write countless articles ranging from cooking with diabetes and healthy eating to how to spatchcock a chicken, and everything in between you could possibly imagine. My portfolio is hefty and happy for the ware and I leave there with a great sense of accomplishment.
They asked me to stay on board as a freelancer–I’m taking a break from writing food “romance” copy for one of their publications as we speak–which I gleefully accepted. The writing assignments will help pay the bills while I finish my last semester of school, and being able to work from home will allow me more study and family time.
It’s funny. I think back on my very first semester of school which was filled with hysteria from having no idea what I wanted to do with culinary. And now, in my last semester, I have so many things I’d like to do, I cannot seem to settle on one. Hysteria again, but the very best kind.