The day after I gave my notice at the bank I get a call from one of my husband’s co-workers asking whether I’d be interested in babysitting their son Owen for a few hours a week. The timing couldn’t have been better. Transitions are hard no matter what kind. Here I am leaving eight years of my hard work behind to take a chance and Owen’s parents are trying to find a trustworthy sitter for the first time.
I decided to go for it, who doesn’t want to hangout with a cute baby? Owen reminds me to not sweat small things. It was definitely risky leaving my steady job to pursue my passion in art. It’s hard to stay positive all the time. I doubt myself, my decision, and my work from time to time and it’s nice to have a happy giggly face to pull you out of that.
The other nice thing is it’s given me some structure. For anyone who has been self employed it’s easy to work all the time and not be in a routine. With a baby, routine is mandatory. He comes over, eats, we play, I go for a run while he naps in the stroller, he eats, we play, and then it’s time to go. It’s a struggle balancing life in general, whether it’s a full time job, family, or your own business. I’m working on having routine and structure and am taking cues from Owen. Every day presents a new challenge and opportunity, so I go for it, don’t sweat small things, and remember to laugh along the way.