We expect success to be the result of sweat and tears and outrageous hours, but does it have to be that way? What if I can work thirty hours a week and make more than enough to support myself? Twenty-five?
Five months ago I was an intern with an editor, and I still lived in a college dorm. In a few days, I’d have to walk into a room with an unknown number of people who were real, genuine professionals and pretend to be one of them. I would be a phony among these experienced, seasoned folks, and it was intimidating.