For the past 11 years of my life I have definitely allowed my head/mind to tell me what my next step is in life and it’s worked quite well. I have had successful jobs, made a decent salary, and have always been comfortable in whatever role I took on.
Rise in shine, work 8-5, clock in/clock out, come home, eat dinner, watch some TV, go to bed.
Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Playing it safe for over a decade.
It wasn’t all dull. Looking back, I have done some pretty amazing things: coordinating large-scale festivals, getting paid to go on field trips with kids for Summer Camps, and got to attend some pretty amazing conferences. I met amazing people that also had their own special talents and passions.
When I had Reese that routine changed quite a bit. I was trying to keep it the same, but it proved to be increasingly difficult.
When Reese was born, I was reborn.
I saw life in a different way. I couldn’t see things the same. Heck, I can’t watch the news without crying like a big baby.
She brought me back to my own childhood dreams and goals. Through her, I remembered the brown-eyed girl that was full of big ideas.
From an early age, I would pretend I was a news reporter writing newspapers, making my Dad film my weather report and forcing the neighborhood kids to act in plays that I wrote. Maybe I was a bit of a geek, but that’s what I loved to do.
Through all the years of not knowing what I wanted to do for a living, there has always been a constant: my passion for writing. I just didn’t know how to make it happen.
I will never forget one day how my college professor called me into his office. I had turned in an assignment where I interviewed a person who was running for Congress.
“This is the best paper I have read all semester,” He stated.
“But, I see your college track is Broadcast Journalism,” He said with a confused look. “Why?”
“Because I want to be the next Katie Couric!” I smiled.
Not amused, he went on about how Broadcast Journalism was dead and competitive. He said I would be wasting my writing skills on a dying and highly competitive industry.
Fast forward to present day, I did not become the next Katie Couric. Looking back at my naive self, I really admire that person for the dreams that she had and the goals that she hoped to reach.
I always wonder where I would have gone if I changed my path to print Journalism instead of Broadcast Journalism. When I graduated, all forms of Journalism took a huge hit thanks to digital media. How fitting since blogging is a form of digital media.
Up until this month, I was playing it safe in a career that served me well. I saw the track that I was on if I kept up. It would be profitable no doubt, but with that comes more responsibilities, more hours, and more pressure. Also, more time away from the things I love: Family.
Not a big deal if you didn’t already have a million other responsibilities happening at once. I was never good at juggling even though I would brag to potential employers that I could multi-task without dropping a bit. Here’s the truth: I suck at multi-tasking. Trying to juggle a full-time career with motherhood and blogging is tricky. It’s like a train that never stops and you just pray that it doesn’t collide with something else you are working on, but it will and it has.
I’ve forgotten important dates, got meetings mixed up, lost touch with the things I love while never stopping to breathe.
What’s a person to do when your heart tells your head what to do?
Step off the crazy train and pause to re-evaluate your life.
I had this nagging voice in my head coming from my heart telling me:
Follow your passion.
Don’t be scared of things that make you feel uncomfortable.
Jump. Don’t look back.
If you fail, it will be okay because at least you tried.
I finally listened to my heart and worked my ass off.
I worked late nights, I worked through lunch breaks, and I focused on growing my blog as a business so that one day I could scale back on my “comfortable” job and do what I have loved to do since I as able to put a pencil in my hand: write. I networked and learned from other fellow bloggers that have been a huge support system. I’ve made great relationships and continue to be inspired by them on a daily basis. So much talent. (Thank you!)
My hard work has definitely paid off in the last six months in more ways than I can count. I’m making an income off of this blog while getting to write about relevant topics. (Sidenote: I don’t say “Yes” to every offer to keep my reader’s trust in check). As I write this post, we are heading back home after our first paid travel experience – a dream I have had for awhile.
After long talks with my husband and much consideration, I have made the decision to quit my full-time job to focus on spending more time with my family, my blog, and digital marketing through consulting (more on that later).
If I am going to hustle, it’s going to be hustling for my passions and dreams. Why not?
My head tells me I am making a huge risk and that I could be a failure as a work-from-home entrepreneur/freelancer.
My heart is telling me to make the jump because as you and I both know tomorrow is never promised.
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There you have it: starting July, I will start a new chapter in my life where I am a work from home entrepreneur that will focus on spending more time with my daughter, focusing on this blog and my digital marketing business.
We may not be rich in money, but we will be in rich in life.
On the edge of uncomfortable lies a place where you start to feel alive again.
Tell me when is the last time you listened and acted on what your heart was telling you?