A year ago this week I decided to ‘take the plunge’ and join the crazy world of self-employment. This could be a blog about the risk of giving up a guaranteed paycheque, or about saying goodbye to my 9-to-5. Instead this blog will be something very different than that. This blog is a thank you.
Do me a favour. Take a moment to think about every step, every stumble, that has led you here. Revel in the journey. Appreciate each one.
So much can happen in a year.
You fall in love. You lose a job. You move to a new city.
You have your first kiss. You lose your best friend. You renovate the kitchen.
Some of it you plan for. Some of it makes you ache for a rewind button.
As you’re reading this, it’s possible I’m flying overhead (in an airplane of course… I left my broomstick at home), somewhere between Toronto and Washington DC.
I’m taking off on my first official Web of Words business trip, and we’re going international, baby!
For me, being my own boss was always part of the plan, I just didn’t know when it would happen, or what it would look like when it did. There are a lot of obstacles to overcome upon making the decision to work for yourself. The …
If the third quarter was a roller coaster at Canada’s Wonderland, it would definitely be The Bat. It was like July and August were rolling along, slowly but steadily climbing to the “peak,” otherwise known as September. Then once this month arrived, the real excitement began.
September is like a cold splash of water to the face. And I’m not sure my tired eyes are ready for it.
Last week I wrote a post about not having enough time.
And although the point was directed at narrowing your focus to ensure you are dedicating the minutes of your day to what matters most in your life, I felt like it was inspired by a nagging voice inside of me suggesting I was “too busy.”
As I write this blog post, I’m up to my ears in boxes. Moving day is on Friday, and I’m distracted by all of the things I still have to do before then. But I want to make sure I take the time to pause and reflect.
While I was sitting on the deck, sipping a spicy Caesar and chatting with some girlfriends last Friday night, an interesting conversation came up. We started talking about habits – the guilty pleasures we routinely give in to, how much they control us, how difficult it …