This "girl boss" dreamed of being a housewife, and honestly, it still doesn't sound that bad.

If my partner made as much money as I do, you bet I would let that man work while I relax. 

There isn't anything wrong with that. It doesn't mean I don't have ambitions, and I am not a freaking rock star at what I do, but I would also like to not work and let someone else take care of me.

Who doesn't want that? My couch, dogs, and a good Netflix series are calling my name loud and clear. 

Life loves a good curveball, and instead I have a house boyfriend -- go figure! 

He cleans, takes care of the doggos, does the laundry, drives me around, and I make the money. 

That isn't a bad deal, if you ask me. 

My story might sound a little different than most. I grew up privileged. I am white, I have two happily married, employed, parents who live in the same home they raised me in. I came out of college debt free with two degrees -- on the surface I have it made.

What is beneath the surface was always feeling like I was in last place. I was never going to be the doctor, lawyer, or engineer of the family. For a hot minute, I thought I would marry my planned-to-be (is now) ex-boyfriend from high school and work at Forever21 in the mall because he would make enough for us both. (Don't worry, I cringe just writing that.)  

MY STORY & THEN SOME

If I want it, I work my butt off for it.

You are probably looking at me now -- traveling, living my best life, and talking about my multi 6 figure freelance income thinking "WTF how did she go from wannabe housewife to CEO in 4 years?" and the answer is hard freaking work.

(I also broke up with the boyfriend, got my first during college job, and took on my first freelance roles) 

"I want it, I work for it" became my motto. I wanted to graduate with my undergrad in 3 years, so I did. I wanted to finish my graduate degree in 1 year with a 4.0 GPA, so I did. I wanted to become a full-time, freelancing, digital nomad, so I did. I wanted to make more money than I ever imagined, so I did. 

Unluckily for us all. It took a lot of hard work. I am currently sitting on a hotel bathroom floor in AZ, procrastinating my reports for clients, to write this post for you at 11:56 PM. 

xo, Jena

5 Long Years, and $23,000 Months Later

You read that right and I am not here to brag because it took 70+ hour weeks. It took learning A LOT. It took probably a gallon of tears and weekly mental breakdowns, but I did it.