The scariest moment is always just before you start.
I quit my job in March of 2011. I was pregnant with my third child and we were moving from Philadelphia to Tampa, Florida. I was scared to stay home. I had two daughters and all I had ever known was dropping them off to daycare. Overnight, I shed my working mom title and became a stay at home mom.
That was a shock to my system but I adjusted and I’ve pretty much got a firm handle on things. Wake up, get two out of three littles off to school, clean/cook, homework, bedtime, rinse, repeat. But now that I do have such a good hold on the home stuff, it’s time for me to take my dreams off pause.
And that’s where the scary comes in.
It was sort of a relief to be able to hide behind being a mom. Oh three kids, you get a pass. But now I have elementary aged kids and a toddler. It’s time for me to give up my pass and get to work on making things happen in my life.
I want to write a novel. I want to start a publishing company and extend that dream to others.
The past two years, I let my creativity go for more practical things like changing diapers and cooking dinner. Those things are no doubt important but it’s time to focus on me again.
I’m ready to start something. It’s scary but it’s time.