Then my youngest came along, and so did some health problems I didn’t see coming. After his birth, my ability to return to the kind of work I’d always done became limited in ways I hadn’t planned for. I couldn’t just go back. And that terrified me.
I felt guilt.
I felt regret, like I was letting my family down.
But somewhere in the middle of all that, I started reading stories about people who were earning real money, thousands of dollars a month, without a traditional job, without a job title, and without punching a clock. They had…
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