Stories from a life in progress.

Cards in my pocket

For the first time in my life, I have business cards.

I've been picking at being a professional freelance writer for three years, but never felt certain about having cards that say so.  I never had business cards in any former job.  It seemed like something the important people needed, not me.

I ordered nice cards from MOO Inc. in the middle of November and then promptly forgot about them in the face of other exciting, anxiety-making events.  When the package came I didn't remember what it was immediately.  I put the nice card-holding box on the side of my desk and ignored it, because it felt all weird to have business cards again.

A couple of times now I've mentally kicked myself, because I was talking to someone out and about in the world, and they asked what I'm up to, and I didn't have a card to give them.

I've rescued the box from the side of my desk now and put it in my purse.  I got a simple thin card case I can stick in my pocket and carry around.

I have business cards, even if I can't quite say yet "and I'm not afraid to use them."

If you encounter me out and about in the world, do me a favor?  Ask me if I have my cards in my pocket.  This is a big, weird change for me and I can use all the help I can get to make it stick.