Sometimes the Answer is Right Under Your Nose….Sometimes.

I have been struggling lately with what direction I want to take my professional life. Since becoming pregnant with my first child I always felt my place was at home. Now, do not get me wrong, I do not sit in judgement of those who pursue a career outside the home. Quite the opposite, really. I sit in wonder as they have always been able to provide for themselves and their children without having to wait on the breadwinner to bring home the proverbial bacon. I always loathed that feeling of dependence, but was never quite sure what to do about it. When I was a single mom the first time, I worked in childcare and had my kids there in the building. Now, I know I do not want to do that, I got burned out on that field….big time.

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I have been working at home, as a virtual assistant, for several months now. I really love it. I have different tasks daily, and every day is something the same but different. I work from home and can work as early or late as I need to accommodate my children’s schedules. Having one in elementary, one in middle, and one in high school, the schedules are all over the place. So my little part time gig has been amazing. Now that I need something more reliable, more stable, I got scared, because I did not know what that looked like. I was also pretty convinced it did not look like my current job, where I sit in my yoga pants and work from home with no makeup on, taking a break to go run when I so choose.

Then, something happened. Someone told me I HAD to find a different job. I COULD NOT keep doing what I was doing….it is IMPOSSIBLE. Now, the fiery Italian in me said, WTF?? You are going to sit there and tell me anything I love is impossible?? Really?? Then I realized something. This person, *cough cough*my mother*cough cough* had implanted this self-doubt in me all my life. She has her own idea of what is possible and what is not. She has made her own choices, and boy have some of them been really poor, and stood for no one telling her something was impossible. So why the actual hell was I going to sit back and let her crap on my dream?? I am not, that is the answer.

So I have started into the motion the transition from working part time for someone else, to working full time for myself…no middle man. I am going to transform myself into the virtual assistant I know I can be. At the end of the day, impossible is just another way of saying, ‘I’m possible.’

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