For the past 2.5 years, I have worked two jobs: 20 hours a week as an administrative assistant at a Catholic high school and 15-30 hours a week as a web designer and photographer. Although things got a little crazy at times, I really enjoyed the variety in my roles and the social aspect my day job gave me. I had lovely coworkers and clients; it was so good for to get out of the house but also have time to work from home. It was what I wanted to do.
Until I didn’t anymore.
I knew it was time to leave my job (which I vaguely alluded to in May at the end of this post), but suddenly the exit was less clear.
Then Mike got a new position a few weeks ago and things fell into place for me to leave.
I could work for myself 100% of the time. I could be my own boss. I could live the dream I always had for myself.
But I was terrified. What if client work dries up? What if I go crazy working at home? And most of all What if I regret it?
Uncertain and with what ifs flooding my mind, I wasn’t sure I could go through with it. Suddenly, with the opportunity I’d dreamed of for year in front of me, the uncertainty was too much.
The night before I was going to tell my boss I was leaving, I saved my friends’ encouraging and supportive messages in a note on my phone to read over and over so I didn’t lose courage.
Brian tweeted this night before I gave notice. It was just the kick in the pants I needed to stay strong. And take a risk.
And so, next Thursday will be my last day working for someone else before I’m full-time Little Leaf.
I’m thrilled and terrified and ecstatic. I’m ready.