For several years, the hubby and I have been dreaming, plotting, and wishing we could strike out on our own, be solely self-employed, and work together every day.
I’ve been making a little progress on my own, but not enough to replace his income. Mostly, it’s been a little padding here and there.
We rely too much on his paycheck for the day to day to take a risk. With 3 girls in private school, high medical bills, and expensive allergy-friendly foods, he just couldn’t quit.
He lost his job anyway.
And, it just might be the best thing that’s ever happened to us. We have to do something to replace that income, and we’re going to make a go at living our dream. Am I scared? Absolutely.
Am I worried? Nope. Not really. We can do this. The only thing stopping us from striking out on our own in the first place was the fear.
Fear of struggling. Fear of failing. Fear of the unknown.
Most that is gone now. We’re going to struggle through this time in our lives anyway. We don’t have the luxury of failure. And, the unknown? It’s already here, whether we like it or not.
His final paycheck was deposited today. It was less than 20% of his usual monthly income. But, I’m not freaking out. Much. I’m too focused on what’s next. Paperwork. A business plan. Health insurance. Our home office. A new daily routine…
The freak out will probably come later.