Most days, I believe freelancing is just about the best thing a parent could do. You stay home yet earn an income and continue growing professionally.
But early this week, something happened that rocked my little home-based world: a client who had earlier agreed to hire me to write a sales page, emailed me to say she decided to work with somebody else who had given her a lower quote.
Some background: she was a returning client, and I moved my schedule around to accommodate her deadline.
I felt a range of emotions: