“Don’t quit your day job!”
Have you ever heard someone say this before? While it’s usually said as a joke when someone is belting out a song they clearly should not be belting out in attempt to achieve temporary stardom, this had been playing on repeat in my head the past few months.
Ever since I was a child, I was consistently thinking up ways to earn money. Little did I know, my entrepreneurial spirit started at a young age. I understood what it meant to save (and to splurge on Polly Pocket toys), however I knew that I had to work to make money. I would create price lists for household chores, act as a mother’s helper when I was probably entirely too young, and even act as a ticket sales(wo)man at a local farm. The latter was most definitely NOT for me. I cried in a swarm of wasps as I sold hot cider to complaining adults…ah, good ol’ Autumn memories.
I worked all through high school as a swim coach and at the farm and then it was time to go to college, which was terrifying to me. To go into a place not having a steady income was, even at the age of 18, probably one of my worst nightmares. I immediately thought up an idea – I would learn to make tie-dye t-shirts, and then I would sell them. Better yet, I would make them in college colors to gain even more interest. What’s funny looking back is that my t-shirts weren’t even that great. But, I sold them with confidence. I sold them as if a Hanes t-shirt dyed in my parent’s basement was what people needed in their lives. This also happens to be how I met my husband, who was one of my first customers. Lo and behold, the entrepreneurial spirit continued. It hasn’t ever quit since.
Anyways, I stand here as a woman in her mid-twenties who has no idea what she’s doing (does anyone?). At almost 25…which yes, I realize I’m still very young, although my early bedtime begs to differ, I have decided to put faith over fear and see to it that I follow my passion of being an entrepreneur. So, how did I land on writing, you ask?
Let’s take it back to the third grade. My teacher told my mom that I was one of the best writers to ever come out of his class. While I’m not entirely sure the validity of this statement, she continued to help my nine year old ego feel a sense of pride by reminding me of this. I began to blog when I got to high school. Then I realized, “hey, I really like writing”, and then in college I totally ignored that voice and studied something else – Sociology. Not that this was a mistake, though. Sociology expanded my worldview and helped me gain empathy to cultures and people that I would not have prior. All of this to say, this set me up on a path of chasing the next job.
I started off post-college in a county government office working to prevent and end homelessness. This mission was absolutely great, but then I got married and moved away. Thus began my days of crying on the couch out of loneliness and joblessness. Then, I got a job at a fitness boutique where I had a not-so-great experience. But I digress. Most recently, I had an office job that was…less than fulfilling.
What made leaving this job hard was the security. I liked my co-workers. I liked that it was allowing me flexibility in my schedule and a stable income. However, I didn’t like that it was stealing my joy. Something about it was taking away my energy, my zest. I created Line Writing Co. on a whim on my couch on a night in February. My gracious husband, who is now used to my outlandish ideas, politely encouraged me and supported my decision to take on something else part time.
However, in May, I realized that this was not just a part time gig to help me feed a passion of mine. This was my something. I felt empowered, I felt pride, and I felt passion. I had found out that I had a spark that was still able to be lit amidst the chaos. After much thought, I decided, as I said earlier, to put my faith over fear. A wise woman told me, “What would you do if fear wasn’t a factor?”
Well, this is what I would do.
This is what I’m doing.
This is Line Writing Co.
This is why I quit my day job.
Now…let’s work together to create something awesome.