To say I'm over it, is a horrible understatement. I've been working full-time since I was 21. I've been trying to transition into working from home and being an entrepreneur since 2014. My 28th birthday I knew I didn't want to work for other people for the rest of my life. In the back of my mind I know I am destined for so much more. Plus, I'm so full of ideas!
But like ideas for the many books I dream about, everything falls to the way side. You have to spend money in order to make money, and it's difficult to stay afloat plus save a little more to make the full transition.
One day, I am just going to do it!
It boggles my mind when I read bloggers that are feeling the way I am feeling about the corporate world about blogging! I mean, I guess we are on opposite sides of the spectrum, but I'm excited. I'm eager. I'm ready to delve head first into this blogging game. I'm still curating my voice, my content, literally my life!
I can't believe this blog is 8 years old, but I've never really done anything with it. Shame on me. I feel like I really only have one chance to get you interested, and I don't wanna mess up. I'm a perfectionist, but on the other side of the coin, IDGAF. I know, I'm complicated. So magically uncharming!
I've been sitting at a small desk in a very small dark room with my finger hovering over a glowing 'RESTART' button. I haven't been able to hit the damn button yet, and it's driving me crazy. I can't begin anew until I leave this miserable state (yup! I hate NYC!) and move back home. The only thing holding me back? Everything has to be perfect, or almost near perfect. *Sigh* I miss the days when I could just pick up and leave at a whim. Those carefree days are over. Life after dirty thirty gobbled those days right up!