Life’s too short not to jump off high things (figuratively).
I’ve done something that defies logic, convention and what little I know about financial savviness.
I jumped off a platform, hoping to land amongst velvety petals or in a sea of strong, sweaty mosh-pit hands. At the very least, sprawled in a lumpy charity bin surrounded by grubby cast-off track pants and mismatched socks.
This week, I finished my Naturopathy course (hooray!), pulled the plug on my casual job, threw all manner of cautions and curses to the wind and decided to mince my way towards self-employment. After studying for 4.5 years, I’m left feeling simultaneously revved and apprehensive about putting myself out there as an independent trader solo naturo freelance writer wordsmith science junkie pep talking person… but as Confucius famously said Why the bloody-hell not, my impressionable child?
Perhaps i’ve read one too many self-help, fist-pumping parables touting the utter liberation of letting go. Letting go of what is considered normal and everyday and expected. Letting go of the social GPS guiding you through a convoluted maze of what’s done, what’s right, what’s proper. Starting one’s own business is hardly groundbreaking but to me it feels like my first, mythical day at Hogwarts. Stepping into the great hall there are unfathomable, magical acts taking place all around; looking up, there is only an infinite cobalt expanse of star-spangled potential.
So. So…as of today, I am working my butt off to carve my own niche. Working for the man bores me. I want to be the man! Answering to myself in all my self-regulating, transgender glory.
Is this what self-employment looks like? Sure hope so!
At the risk of self-indulgently starting another sentence with ‘I’, I plan to branch out as both a writer and health coach. Because I feel compelled to. And it’s what I gravitate towards. Again, why not?
Anyway, this post was not meant to be entirely focused on my own small-scale self-employment adventures; there was an overriding message. I think.
It was to share the excitement of laying the foundations of our own lives like lego train tracks, and veering off onto an entirely new trajectory like a madman. It was to propose that when we jump, we will inevitably be caught, cradled, supported; i’m sure of it. This is the nature of universal magic. Don’t diss. It’s there.
When you ask the question ‘Who says?’ of anything in life, be it what you think you should study, or create, or earn or become… it all starts to appear in a very different light. Things that were once impossible, murkily swimming on the edges of perception become within reach, clear, crisp. Who knows what will happen with my loony schemes for fulfillment, self-directed learning and happiness? But i’m confident that whatever eventuates will serve to teach me something about the world. Something useful; a truth only accessible via a healthy dose of fear, shakiness and doggy-paddling. The best kind of truth.
I’d be incredibly grateful and interested to hear of others’ experience with taking a flying leap and shimmying to the end of the branch. Was it successful? Where’d you end up? What are your tips?
My new website with all the deets will be up and running in the next few weeks and I’ll invite you all over for virtual tea and primal scones to mark the occasion. Over and out.