It's a little after two as I sit down to write this on my first day of being self-employed. And honestly, it doesn't feel that different from a regular day off of work. I'm tackling my to do list, rendering a video, and figuring out what late 90's computer game I want to play tonight (Putt-Putt most likely). Yet I know things are completely different. It hasn't sunk in yet that I won't be returning to work in my windowless, yet perfect little office at the university. I won't be toting a camera around to different campus events while scooping up some free food in the process. It's all different now. Today is the first day.
I'm happy in a way that I've never felt before, but also more anxious than ever. Being self-employed is the dream, yet it's also probably the scariest thing a person can do. You're reliant on yourself to make the big decisions, take the risks, and enjoy the rewards. I can't wait to see how this experience pushes me, changes me, and brings Alex and I closer together as we depend on each other to make our goals realities.
Today is the first day. The first day of sitting in my office/living room with my cat Tardis jumping on my desk as I sort stickers. The first day that's quiet, with only the faint sound of the cutters working away in the other room as Alex cuts stock. The first day where I won't be exhausted at 5pm knowing that I have a super long to do list to return home to. The first day that I can work on what truly makes me passionate, rather than dream about doing it when I finally get home.
It's the first day. I want to remember it.