I just quit my job, my career, if you will, to pursue my bakery and become 100% self-employed.
This decision took some time. Some serious thought. Some tears. Some high blood pressure. Some reassuring hugs and words from D. In the end, though, I felt good and ready to do it. Last Sunday, the 12th (Mother's Day) was my last day of employment.
My fabulous coworkers (whom I will miss beyond words - they have all become wonderful friends) gave me a great farewell: they stood at the edge of each of the five floors the library has and wished me a fond goodbye, then clapped. Last week my closest friends from the library pitched in and gave me a cute apron and a lovely glass jar with the word "Cinnamon" (my bakery's name) engraved in it. It was full of cinnamon sticks.
To say I feel loved and supported in this terrifying endeavor is an understatement. I feel love from everywhere I look; this just might be one of the best decisions I've ever made in my life! With it comes fear, though, and lots of stress. My chest feels tight and my head is always talking to me. But eventually, I think some of that will calm down when other parts of my life calm down (namely: the decision to move after we had a bad experience with our current house). And then I'll feel what I did when I left the library last week: excitement, and, ultimately, the feeling that I was doing the right thing.
What big (or little!) thing have you done that's scared you?