For the first time in as long as I can remember I am without a boss. For the last couple of weeks, I have been settling back into the house that Ash and I have owned for about a year. I say house because for the past year it has merely been a place for us to stay and keep our belongings. The reason is for the past year, 5-6 days out of the week, I worked 4 1/2 hours away. You can imagine how much impact this had on Ash, my family, the foundation, and myself. It became apparent that if I wanted to change the world indeed, I would have to change. I would have to go from my passions being a side hobby I had to schedule around my day job to them being my full-time job.
So, I walked away...
As nerve-racking as it is, I couldn't imagine going back. Walking away from the certainty of a paycheck is hard. The constant lingering thought about what happens if I fail. But let's be real. I have been here before. Not in a business, financially independent sense. But definitely in the sense of uncertainty. The difference being one was in war where chaos ruled above all else.
