PLEASE READ, The Scariest Thing I Ever Did:
I remember the day so clearly…February 18th, 2015. It was the day my boss of 8 years pulled me aside and told me that 48 hours from then, I wouldn’t be employed anymore. It was the day he told me I needed to become an entrepreneur. It was the day I was given two months salary to go and start something.
It was also the day I thought my heart might stop beating completely.
After walking in the bitter cold for 2 hours, I sat in the Lexington Diner on the corner of 33rd and Lex…my only companions: bottomless coffee, two scrambled eggs, a notebook, and my thoughts which ranged from pure joy to absolute anguish. I’d say the theme of the day would be PARALYZING FEAR.
In that notebook I proceeded to write down all the things I had loved doing, my passions, the things that I never wanted to do again, and the biggest dreams I could muster on a day as unsteady as that. My eyes blurred as I looked down at this jumble of words and dreams and what rose to the top was, PEOPLE. I must work for the benefit of others, because people are my passion.
I decided that I would become an event planner. Celebrating people seemed like a pretty damn good way to make a living. I went home and ordered business cards and started the process of building a website. Later that night around 11pm, I took a long walk to clear my head.
As I passed neighborhood shops one after another I felt the pit of my stomach begin to sink as fear bubbled up into my throat. I furiously began texting someone about a nannying job they had available, and stopped in front of a flower shop to jot down the phone number that lived under “Part-Time Help Wanted”. I needed a plan B…and C, for that matter.
The next morning I woke up with a clarity that only could’ve come from a higher place. My fingers swiped to the Notes app. I deleted the flower shop phone number and shot off a “Never mind” text to the friend looking for a nanny. My new self, my new business…would not be a place built on plan B's and C’s. That shit was not welcome here.
I had my first event three weeks later…they even paid me, can you believe? (I couldn’t at the time). *continued below*...