An Epiphany and the First Day of the rest of my life!

Tumble outta bed and I stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup of ambition
Yawn and stretch and try to come to life
Jump in the shower and the blood starts pumpin’
Out on the street the traffic starts jumpin’
With folks like me on the job from 9 to 5

Workin’ 9 to 5, what a way to make a livin’
They just use your mind and they never give you credit
It’s enough to drive you crazy if you let it!

Well that is it in a nutshell Dolly and the reason why so many of us decide to go it alone, be our own boss and start our own business, because – “you got dreams they’ll never take away”.


An Epiphany

Well my dream was to go it alone and after an epiphany on a sunbed in Bali, which, take it from me, is by far one of the best places to be when having an epiphany, I finally took the plunge and resigned from my safe, well paid job, working for a great company, with great people, promoting a product that really does make a difference to people’s lives. But I want to make a difference to my life. Being 53 years old I can’t be sure how much time I have left, old age isn’t guaranteed and I don’t want to waste what’s left of life being grown up, sensible and regularly pouring cups of ambition down the sink. It is now or never

The whole concept of what becoming self-employed means to me ironically became even more real when I was playing with my Granddaughters story cubes at the weekend. She was busy pulling 500 words together to enter the Radio 2 children’s short story competition. I was playing with the new tools of her trade- story cubes. At the shake of a dice up came a rat, handcuffs and a heart, spookily summing up just what the future was about to bring. Me, leaving the rat race and shaking off the golden handcuffs to concentrate on doing what I love and what makes me happy.


First Day of the rest of my life

Therefore, Thursday 1st March was the first day of the rest of my life. Literally my first day of being totally self-employed.  No job, no wage, no employer, no employee benefits, no company car, no lunch allowance, no pension, no sick pay.

No safety net- what can possibly go wrong?

Being aware of how easily distracted I can be, how easily sidetracked when left to my own devices I made a plan- I put structure to my new working day.

Get up at 7am, walk dogs, shower, have breakfast and be at my desk, clear of all the debris of my former employment by 8.30am, with a list of things to do as long as my arm. That’s the plan.

The reality of the first day of the rest of my working life proved to be very different. The grandkids had stayed over the night before. Granddaughter forgot her “stuff” for dancing, Grandson’s wardrobe choices meant he was dressed for a balmy summers day and not a snow covered St David’s Day, which meant for a large detour on the school run. Son then over slept and had to call upon Mum’s cabs to get to work. My elderly house bound Mother in law was in desperate need of provisions, so I was dispatched to the local supermarket and when at last I got back to my desk, still to grace the shower, starving hungry with two very fed up Fox Terriers to deal with, it was past 1pm and my desk was still covered in the debris of a previous life.

Not exactly the start I was hoping for. How was I going to make sure day two wasn’t going to turn into just another day of me being a busy fool.

The Boss

What is the plan for day two? The plan is, there is no plan. I had a word with the boss, nice woman, we are going to get on like a house on fire- I am taking the day off.

Cheers Dolly- Self-employment, it’s enough to drive you crazy if you let it!

Ruth x

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