DREAM JOB...
I had a dream job once. One that paid me alot of money and kept me in designer suits and hundred dollar pumps. It did not fulfill me. It got to where I was asking myself, "Is this it?" I didn't feel much better about life than when I was eating macaroni and margarine because it was the only thing in the house to eat... I drove the long, long commute into a city that never quite fit me right. I started questioning who's life I was living at thirty thousand feet, starring down at the billowing clouds headed to someplace where I'd only be touring the halls of the hotel board room wing. I did what was expected of me. It didn't matter that I did it well, paid my dues or made the cut.
ONE YEAR LATER...
Be careful what you wish for! I opted out of corporate America not because I got the guts to bust loose but because family needed us more than I needed my career. Still it felt good to walk away from it; wash my hands of executive city.
I started my own business just last month! Sure its going slow but the unbelievable thing is, it is going! Today when I talked with a customer on the phone I looked at my weekly planner and said, "I can't start that job until Wednesday." He said, "No problem. I'll drop the unit off anyway." When I got off the phone I sat still for a full minute as I realized that I really am calling my own shots. In a flailing economy I am opening up my own business. I am either nuts or on the edge.