HEY, FUCKERS. LISTEN UP.

I am intelligent enough to understand that the work I am doing is impressive, successful, and – maybe most important of all – worthwhile.

I am three classes (or nine months) away from a Bachelor’s Degree. It’s in English, and that MATTERS. Every business needs editors or writers: copy writers, content writers, technical writers for training material, or proofreaders for all of the above. And literature provides some of the most stirring social commentary we have, often becoming a catalyst for social change. The careful analysis and review of such literature is vital to our lives.

Even if it WASN’T vital, I love reading, writing, and writing about reading. That fucking matters. I wish more people would say, “Oh, you’re an English major? You’re clearly choosing to follow your passions in life. That’s great, and I really hope you find happiness in that.” Because I DO find happiness in it, and if you believe that’s not a priority, you can go fuck yourself.

I work as a freelance content developer. I plan, source, write, and edit web content, and design, develop, and code websites. I typically use a CMS or LMS framework because it’s much simpler to maintain (which builds better relationships with my clients), but I’ve made webpages just from HTML/CSS – pretty ones! – and am becoming more skilled with VBA and JS.

Sometimes people perceive web developers as seedy; everyone knows one, the title isn’t protected by any guarantees, and it’s seen as simple work. But just as all businesses need content, they also need a web presence. If the supply pool seems large, the demand is even larger. The work is “simple” in the sense that it only takes a few months to learn how to code well enough to meet most clients’ needs. That does not make the job easy, nor does it mean anyone can do it. You need technical skills, an eye for design, creativity, patience, and a heaping lump of client management skills to be successful at this work – at minimum. What’s seedy about that?

So right now I have three jobs as a freelance content developer, I’m taking two classes, and I have a regular volunteering position every week. Within two months I’ll have an LLC. Within nine I’ll have a bachelors degree, and hopefully a certification for front- and back-end programming. I’m joyously married, my credit score is decent and improving, I have enough in savings for a few months of lost income, and my husband has money in a retirement account. Next year we are moving to Asheville, North Carolina – our honeymoon locale, six years ago – and we will be looking at land in that area to build a house soon afterward. We each have a car, and we have two cats. And we cuddle every single day.

This all matters. The things that I do matter. Even if I was only doing half of these, or none of them, I would still matter. And if I matter to you, you’ll understand how BADASS I am, and maybe focus a little more on that and a little less on not giving a fuck. Absolutely none of this is worthy of condemnation, scorn, or judgment. And even if it was, you don’t have the fucking right to any of them.