The first week of this new adventure started with intensive training classes which were offered for free! (giddy dancing!) I never would have known about them, let alone had a chance to take the classes if I hadn’t had the courage to leave my job. The classes were hosted by different photographers and marketing experts and were only free if attending the live broadcast.
Once the classes were finished I had a pile of notes and even more ambition, (with some added direction) than when I started. The biggest challenge at this point was to stay focused. Start at the beginning, then take one step at a time. Sounds easy, right? Wrong. There are so many ways to approach each aspect of a business, made equally challenging with ideas popping up left right and center! It’s all very easy to unintentionally segue into something entirely different! (maybe it’s too much added direction!)
So what to do about it?
The pomodoro technique! I’m terrible with this right now, but I have been getting better and will continue to improve. Pretty much you just need to block off about 25 minutes of time, then allow a short (about 5 minutes) break. It sounds simple, but it definitely isn’t. Timers are a girls best friend! The second thing is a strict written plan. I was leaving it loose for awhile, but it is way too easy to drift off into something ineffective and accidentally get lost into a project. For hours. The third best thing is to sit down at the end of each week and discuss with someone (I use my husband) how the week went and decide how to schedule the next week. It’s very important to hold yourself accountable and having another person who supports what you are doing and being able to discuss things helps to get out of your head a little bit. It helps you to understand that things are going better than you realize!
I’ll leave you for now and come back for part three soon! This one took much longer than I anticipated! 🙂
A very happy 2016 to you all! 🙂
I quit my steady job. What?! Wow.
I have wanted to do this for so long and then one day, I couldn’t face going back into that office. What was supposed to be a TEMPORARY solution until we were on our feet after a move back to New Jersey turned into a quasi-career. I was promoted, received multiple raises and given more and more responsibility. I hadn’t picked up my camera for weeks, sometimes months on end. I was increasingly frustrated and couldn’t understand why. All of a sudden one little thing happened and that was it. I called my husband from the office crying and said I just can’t do it anymore. I really, really need to get out. “So quit. Right. Now.” was his reply. Rational, worrying me thought how could I do that? I mean, really – HOW? I couldn’t just leave right then and there, could I? It was apparent that this job was taking a toll on my marriage and other relationships, of which I was completely unaware. We hung up the phone and with complete trust in my husband, I typed my resignation letter and handed it in the next morning.
I gave a month – A MONTH! notice.
I thought that was a lot of time, but felt it was the best thing to do. Within that month I stopped. I stopped giving myself away for free. I stopped working late and not taking lunches. I stopped feeling bad for things which I never should have felt bad for in the first place. I just stopped. It was liberating! My last day I wasn’t afraid for the future and I had absolutely no regrets. I wasn’t even worried about money. Who cares? It’s just money. Fortunately we’ve been saving and planning for years, so basic needs like food and electric can be met! I would never recommend someone do this all willy nilly without emotional and financial security. That’s just me though, I’m a worrier. I’m also scared. I get inside my head and psyche myself out.
Not this time.
The first thing I did was start exercising more. Not that I didn’t before, but I took it up a few notches. It helped my focus and self esteem. I continued to leave the house early in the morning and went to classes which kept a good routine. I met up with friends who I unintentionally stopped seeing since I put so much of myself into a job which I wasn’t happy doing. I went to a driving range. A driving range! I highly recommend this for anyone! It was a blast! I was horrible (I broke that wall between the green squares with the club) it was wonderful! I replanted my balcony garden for the fall, carved pumpkins, started meditating and made new friends. I laughed. I laughed out loud, harder than I had in years. That surprised me and made me sad and seriously angry with myself. I let everything go. I spent more time with my grandmother, my family and my friends.
Seeing as this seems like it is going to be a really long post, I’ll continue on for part two, possibly even three!