There was a time, not too long ago, when I was clocking into a neat little 8-to-5, complete with ID badges, uncomfortable shoes, and enough “Yes, sir” to earn a PhD in corporate survival. My toddler knew mummy worked. She left early, came back tired, and occasionally carried mysterious documents that smelled like printing ink… Continue reading The Freelancing Hustle: Why My Toddler Thinks I’m Unemployed
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