I had lunch with a fellow social media diva extraordinaire yesterday. Known online as Advergirl, Leigh Householder, is just as awesome as you think she would be. She’s charming, witty and bursting with all kinds of class and smarts. I just adore her.

“That was really brave,” she told me when I relayed the story of my decision to quit my day job and blog full-time.

“Yes, very brave.” I glanced down into my plate and then thought to myself, or completely crazy.

The verdict is still out.

While I do feel brave and gloriously fulfilled in most moments there are always the other doubtful moments. They sneak up on me when I least expect them and I am suddenly scared to death that I am going to completely fail at this entrepreneur thing. But not once have I regretted my decision. I am trying something I’ve always wanted to try, chasing a dream that has always been calling out to me.

With that said, a former 9-5 working stiff, I am still learning how to manage my time and my priorities. Over the next few months, I will have to invest most of my working hours into my little up and coming search and social marketing group. I’ll still be here but if I you see less posts, that’s why. This heavy work load is just temporary while I get this business off of the ground.

As for the brave or crazy verdict, I’m not sure but I think it runs in the family.

P.S. The exciting conclusion to my Trip Story is coming… just taking me a while to write between everything else.

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This morning I woke up before Benjamin, wondering…

The sun light fell on my face, peeking through my dark bamboo blinds – my blinds in my room. I enjoyed the silence and basked in the thought that tomorrow I would be reporting to myself, no one else. Then I wondered how I got here. I am not unique. I am not special. I may be driven and tireless but each of us has this power – the power to change our circumstances or surroundings if we set our mind in that direction.

Just two years ago I was plotting an escape from my marriage, not knowing if or when I’d have my own bedroom again. Leaving my husband took guts – some say – but to me it just seemed like a survival mechanism. That’s exactly how I feel now. There are things happening out there in this big vast space we call the World Wide Web and sometimes you can move through those waters faster solo. And besides…

It’s every mother’s dream to not have to answer to anyone but her children, so I’m chasing it.

I may fall on my face but this feeling, it feels just as terrifying as leaving your husband but equally liberating. And if I could do that, if I could survive one year at my mom’s with a newborn and no money, I can survive this – with a huge smile on my face. I have a chance, a chance that I’ve afforded myself after years of paying down debt and saving and if it doesn’t work, if I fail — I’ll find another job.

No big deal.

Nothing in comparison to what I’ve been through. 

First things first. 

After Benjamin woke up he watched a movie while I started cleaning (like a crazy woman) and then he joined me…

we didn’t stop until every last room had been scrubbed down and organized (relatively speaking) because trading this desk

for this desk

means I have to keep everything spic and span so I can concentrate.

But it also means we can take breaks during our work day to practice our mad graffiti skills…

or take naps because my new office also has a couch. 

Hoo rah, baby. Now that’s what I’m talking about. Naps on demand.

No, seriously – there will be some napping, but not many… I will be working my ass off to make this happen. But it will. be. so. much. fun. 

Tomorrow my schedule is already packed. One thing on the list – packing up an shipping out all of your necklaces, there are less than 15 remaining. I can order more if we run out, it will just take longer for you to get them in your beautiful, hopeful hands. Bring on the hope! We need as much as we can get, right?

xoxo

Wish me luck on my first day at my new job!

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