Ok, I’ve finally done it.
Something most people think is unconventional, irresponsible, and a guaranteed epic fail.
I quit my job without a “big girl” job lined up to go solopreneur. It’s a terrifying, invigorating, and exciting prospect.
Quitting didn’t come without a lot of second guessing, planning, and saving. But it’s something that I’ve always dreamed of and why not give it a shot in my mid twenties?
I’ll probably be doing more work than I ever did at a day job for less pay in the beginning. My main project is ramping up the marketing efforts for my freelance writing services and building my virtual assistant business.
To be completely honest, income from my freelance service is not where I want to it be yet and I’ve taken a part-time job (more on that below!).
I have room to add more clients to my roster and need to increase my per post fee. I’ve learned a lot in the last 4 months on how to better focus my energy with a few frustrations and some fun successes.
So what lead to this change?
Realizing I’m a Follower
A big one. Are you one?
Do you follow the obsession with job titles and material things? Feel pressured to follow the conventional career route because deviating from the path would mean cynical whispers in your direction?
And I felt imprisoned. Drinking the “corporate kool aid” always made me feel icky inside. I felt like an outsider. Like there was no real place for a witty, goofy, nerdy person like me in the workplace. Even worse, I gained 20 pounds while pushing paper. The absolute worst physical health I’ve ever been in.
Then I discovered an online community of fantastic bloggers that would change how I viewed things forever. I could finally recognize that I was just going through the motions at work and what the real problem is:
I’m not interested in climbing someone else’s ladder to improve their dream. I want to use my work ethic, drive, and energy to build my own legacy and live on my own terms.
To help pay the bills, I’ve started dog walking until my freelance income is stable. Yup dog walking. I intend to lose all of the 20 pounds I gained working at a desk while running around in dog parks this summer.
And quite frankly, what other people think of my life choice is none of my business.
Living on Your Own Terms
I’ll just flat out say it.
I don’t think a higher power intended for us to work for our entire lives up to retirement and then drop dead. I don’t think the human race was created to have to put in a sick request to see a doctor. I don’t think our purpose is to work our butts off for a few weeks of vacation every 365 days.
That does not mean you should turn renegade worker and quit right now!
I just hope you reflect, set a goal, and start pursuing your dreams sooner than later.
Find out what’s important to you and prepare 24 hours a day to make it happen right now. You only have one life and it’s not a dress rehearsal.
Freedom to do what you want is priceless.
And to achieve it you have to have a money plan. Frugality is what allowed me to take this leap so quickly in my freelancing career. I paid off my student loan like a beast although it took a month longer than expected and penny pinched like a fat rat.
With that being said freelancing is not a cake walk either.
We’ll likely be living very conservatively for at least the first year as I establish my income. We may not be able to take a vacation this year. Thankfully I have a supportive and full-time employed husband beside me for the ride.
I may even fail completely and return to work when my savings is depleted.
But I do know one thing. I will have no regrets. I can look back and say I gave it a shot.
If you’re also a passionate writer… I got something for you, too. I created a free guide on how to break into the freelance writing game. You can grab the mini-ebook for free below.
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