I’ve freelanced for over a quarter of a century. Sometimes I’ve panicked. Sometimes I’ve taken a job or a long contract. It paid the bills. It made me miserable. When you put aside the money, the things you think you need; when you entertain yourself instead of looking for entertainment; when you realize doing work that involves you so much, you look up and realize 10 hours have passed, then you’ve made it. You won’t know you made it. There won’t be a check. There won’t be congratulations. But you’ll sleep better than you’ve ever slept in your life. And you’ll wake up looking ahead, not behind.