A year ago, I surprised everyone, including myself, by leaving my stable job to pursue a dream.
I’m generally risk-averse. Leaving my job without a steady income or even a suggestion of steady income was very unlike me.
I’m a planner. A worrier. Very practical.
Not a dreamer.
My story began way before this, though.
I had friends that left their corporate jobs to try something new or be stay-at-home moms. I felt such intense jealousy every time someone around me got to do this.
Some days I hated my job. Some days I didn’t. Either way, it did not feel at all fulfilling to me. I worked for the paycheck, not because I was sharing my gift with the world.
I ended 2020 with the idea that there was more to life than what I was experiencing, and I started to think that I would make a significant change.
But I wasn’t yet convinced. It was scary. I made decent money. We were finally in a good place financially. We were debt-free and saving. This was most certainly going to set us back.
But once that seed of hope for living a life with purpose was planted, growth was inevitable.
And grow it did.
By January, I had decided that I was doing this. I was going to leave my job and start my own coaching business.
Could I have continued to work and do this on the side, eliminating some of the risk? I suppose some people could have. I could not. My job was too demanding. I had nothing left in me at the end of every day. So I had to give up the one to do the other.
So, here it was, February 2021.
I was still scared.
Still excited.
Still full of hope.
Now ready to do this.
I had to give my notice several times. It wasn’t sticking. Fear on my end and persuasion from my boss.
But there was a force driving me. It was telling me it was all or nothing, now or never, do it or regret it forever. This was a big step requiring a giant leap of faith.
So, I leaped.
It hasn’t been easy.
Very far from easy, actually.
There are many days I wonder if I’ll make it.
But I have never once thought I made a mistake or regretted my decision.
“This isn’t right for me” has never crossed my mind.
That is what keeps me going; knowing that I’m doing what I’m supposed to be doing.
So, on the days I worry I won’t be successful, I keep going.
On the days I think it’s just too hard, I keep going.
On the days I worry I can’t do it, I keep going.
I believe I was set on this path for a reason.
I have faith.
Until next time…
Michele