Last month I celebrated the fact that I've been working for myself for one whole year now. I knew it was coming up close, but I only realised the specific date when Facebook memories alerted me back to the day I quit my job and tried to make something for myself.
I get a little quiver of fear even just thinking back to that time, it was terrifying! It still is pretty scary to be honest, but I mostly get used to '
the fear' now, and welcome it as a motivational tool. If you've seen my Youtube video about my
Job History, you'll know that throughout College/University and afterwards; I jumped from job to job not quite sure what to do with myself. I felt very lost.
Then one day I started a blog and began building 'Dorkface'. I shared my creative side, and I started selling my skills whenever possible. Designing logos/blog headers, doing custom artwork/portraits, etc. Whatever I could do to earn some extra pennies and make the most of my love for all things creative. After about a year, I was in a position where I could either quit my safe job and risk it all, knowing it would be a struggle - or I could just keep doing the little things I had been struggling to do after work/at weekends, leaving me with not much hope of growth with such limited time.
So I took that scary step, and left my job.
I also cried a bit.
