Am I really and truly broke, busted and disgusted? No, not really. I am a little frustrated, though, with my job. So, that leads me to some more decision-making. Do I Quit my job and try to find another? Do I go back to my roots and write for a living? Up until I fell into my depression that I eventually climbed out of I had been a struggling freelance writer who had finally began seeing the fruits of her labor, averaging $12 for every hour I spent writing as opposed to the $2 for every hour when I first began. Now I have a job making a whopping $8.50 per hour. I'm not complaining because it is a steady paycheck, albeit a low one. I'm glad to even have a job since many employers are afraid to hire college students. I want to quit my job because I dislike having someone else have complete control over my schedule, but I don't want to quit because I like have the stability of a guaranteed paycheck every two weeks as long as I'm employed. There is no stability in freelance writing, or at least not really. That's mostly because left to myself I'm pretty reliable, but when life happens (as it did last summer when I fell into my depression) I tend to shut down as opposed to throw myself into hours and hours of work to drown my sorrows. For me, being depressed or overly stressed is completely counterproductive. I'm the exact opposite of a workaholic when I'm stressed. Instead, I'm unfocused and fuzzy-minded, therefore nothing gets accomplished. The good thing is that I'm not depressed anymore. After a little counseling and what I call "real-life therapy" I now feel that I can smile just because I'm happy to be alive. Now I just have to worry about paying to be alive. Cut my hours at work and freelance in my free time or dive head-first into freelancing? I suppose the former would be the smart thing to do. Ease my way out of the $8.50 and back into the freedom of freelancing.