I pause on the kitchen step, watering can in hand. The sun is dazzling. Nothing can be more beautiful than a spring day.
I take in a parcel for a neighbour and chat to her when she calls to collect it.
I speak to a client about the work her charity is doing – work that I’m helping to make possible.
I stop work at 3pm to walk up the road and collect the boy from school. I’ll only be doing this for a few more short months. I savour them.
I remember why.
I didn’t go freelance because I wanted to be an entrepreneur. I didn’t start my own business to make waves, or to make millions. I didn’t want to be a businesswoman; I wanted to be here. In living and working at home the purpose, for me, is to live. To notice and enjoy the everyday moments.