It's been two years since I left my 9-5, two years of living the creative life full-time. Here are some reflections.
No one told me how hard it would be. No one told me that I'd have to come up with the vision for my work, set deadlines, strategize, do the work, revamp everything, do more work, and then revamp everything.
No one told me that I'd have to be the CEO, COO, CFO, HR, and IT department. No one told me that I would feel overwhelmed with a plethora of ideas, and that being able to implement only a few of them would frustrate me endlessly. No one told me that I would have to FORCE myself to take breaks - not because I didn't want to - but because there is always an enormous amount of work to do. No one warned me that my workaholic tendencies would drive me to the point of exhaustion. No one told me how much I'd have to focus, self-manage, and rein. my. self. in.
Even worse, no one told me that I'd have to rein in my creativity. When you start the creative life, you naively think that you can just create endlessly: write poetry for breakfast, blog for lunch, and dance for dinner. Reality, however, requires that you create, pitch clients, market, brainstorm how to get more clients, promote, and then make sure that those clients pay you.
You don't realize that your creativity is curbed the moment you turn it into your primary source of income. No one forewarns you that you should probably find a new hobby. No one tells you that weekends and holidays will mean absolutely nothing to you. Why take a day off from working towards your goals?
The worst omission? No one told me I'd have to do it all by myself.
The best omission? No one told me that it would be the best decision I'd ever made.
The second best omission? That I would be able to work in my bathrobe. #winning
What's the best career decision you ever made?