Some people are oversensitive about money. Some people will be scandalised that I’m about to break taboo in talking about it.
Some people, in my humble opinion, need to get over themselves.
I mean, yes, this stuff matters to some extent (I wouldn’t be blogging about it otherwise) but, in the grand scheme of things, it’s not half as important as we make it out to be.
It was back in May that I promised to lift the lid on my personal income but, all of the above said, I’ve actually gotten a slight case of cold feet between then and now.
Please understand that, when I criticise people for focusing on things that maybe don’t matter so much, I’m including myself in that too.
In my first post I was all like, ‘Yeah, I’m gonna be radical and awesome, breaking down barriers and laying all my sh*t bare!’ And then, having calmed down and thought about it some more, worry started to set in that people would see how little money we’re actually talking about and write me off as barely a professional.
I asked myself if I should wait until I was earning more before sharing my figures. Then I remembered that I was entirely missing my own point. I’m not making this blog post to be impressive, I’m doing it because I genuinely believe more open and honest discourse is needed and that everyone would be better off for it.
So, without further ado, here’s me putting my money where my mouth is:
I started freelancing during tax year 2013/2014 – the best part of six years ago. I’d just quit a “normal” job from hell (it was a call centre. Enough said.) and didn’t really know what I was doing, but I was enthusiastic. Foolhardy.
I was also living rent-free with my parents, which is a depressing yet important piece of contextual information.
For the first eight months, I earned nothing. Not a single penny. I call this my ‘year zero.’ Continue reading