I love time travel stories. Back to the Future, Quantum Leap, HG Wells’ The Time Machine, Time After Time, Somewhere in Time, Slaughterhouse-Five, even the Terminator movies franchise. Whether by self-hypnosis, worm-hole, steampunk contraption, or DeLorean, the idea of moving forward or backward on a timeline is tantalizing.
It is the simple idea of knowing. “If I knew then what I know now….” Or the opportunity to glimpse a place so distant in the future that your natural life would never take you there.
One year ago today, I left The Job to become a full-time freelance writer. It was a leap of faith. I was optimistic (obviously, or I wouldn’t have done it), but the future was blank. Rather, it was a blank slate.
I don’t know if ‘The Me’ of February 24, 2012 could have imagined that one year later I would have a client list, a foothold in the local business community, and a nearly-finished article written for a national magazine. Or that I would now be published 14 times over, plus have a growing portfolio of business-related pieces.
If I had known all that waited for me in the future, I would have come here a lot sooner!
So, today, one year later, I am sending telepathy to my past-self to do exactly what I did over the last twelve months.
[Dramatic pause with Dr. Who music]… I think I got the message.