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