It was actually hard to find the time to sit down and write this post. In between prep work for the San Francisco Renegade this weekend and an entire Saturday lost to not one but two sinks deciding to leak and require an emergency plumber, I have had my hands full.
Recently I’ve had a lot of people ask me why I picked an official date to switch to full self-employment. I’ll be honest and say that January 1st isn’t really all that special to me, besides being the start of a new year. Really I set a date (and it could have been any date six or seven months into the future) because I needed the kick in the pants. Normalcy is easy. Keeping a job you dislike is easy. It’s the leaping off into new adventures that is hard.
The day I set the date was the day my boyfriend swiveled around in his chair to inform me that, according to LinkedIn, I had just celebrated 2 years working as a virtual assistant. 2 years! What in the world?! Where had the time gone? Why was I still working for this one company when I hadn’t liked them when I started?! I think it was only a few minutes later that I pulled out my calendar, counted out seven months, and said that was the last day I would be working for them.
I’ve talked to other people who have left their day jobs and they all did it a bit differently. Some wait to hit a certain dollar amount in their savings account. Some cut back hours over time. And a very select few just drop it all at once and dive headfirst into their dreams. I all depends on your personality.
Me, I’m stubborn. I never thought I was growing up. For some reason I believed it was only my brother who had inherited that trait but I guess the genes passed to me too. When I set out to do something, I’ll stick with it hell or high water. Just ask my boyfriend. Hehe. When I get a flat in my bike tire and he tells me I can’t ride till I get a new one, my first response is, ‘I can fix it! I still have 20 miles to go!’ Sadly, it always ends with me putting the bike in the car but that gut reaction is always the same. It’s raining? I’m running anyway. The bus is running late? I’ll just run to where I’m going. I want to work for myself in seven months? Fine, I’d better start now!
I’m now nearing the 5-months-left mark and while I’m on par with my earnings from last year (in spite of cutting back my virtual assistance hours – yay!), I can’t help but feel trepidation still as the disappearance of a big chunk of my income looms ever closer. But perhaps that disappearance will lead to the appearance of something ten times grander. That’s what I’m hoping for anyway.
For the rest of this week my goal is simply to survive Renegade.