Let Me Explain

I’ve just up and started this web log espousing my extreme financial desirous delusions of grandeur, and absolute covetous craving for the beloved chance to spend my seconds in a way that I see fit, while simultaneously neglecting to tell you about who I am – so rude of me.

I graduated college  in two-thousand and ‘fjththghg’ with a degree in Film. I went to work for a live event company where I basically learned to set up, operate and tear down audiovisual equipment.  I encountered lots of people everyday.  Fast-forward through the crazy bosses, office politics, small pay increases, angry customers, elated customers, good times, bad times, overnight sets, early morning tech calls, ROIs, P&Ls and a few promotions, and somewhere in those few years, I was operating my own venue.

Before then, I was a hard worker, but might slack off and cram all at the same time because I was usually doing a job that had been previously done by someone my senior, or,  in the future would be done by multiple people – AKA – they let me ‘do me’ because I was consistently doing a lot of work.

 

I had a baby!

Oh, it was amazing!  He is an absolute dream and my love muffin, and of all of the people in my world on this earth – or any – he comes first. Period.  I don’t think this works well in the corporate world, though. Actually I know it doesn’t because I am currently unemployed.

 

So now what?

Well, I have a small, cute and hungry baby to feed, so I apply for jobs.  I am not on unemployment or any food assistance programs, so I hustle.  I’ve sold some things on ebay and craigslist.  I freelance in my field, and long story short –  I get it done.

 

The catch.

I love being home with my son.  Separation anxiety is very real and definitely a two-way street, and we’ve both got it bad.  I love to spend time with him.  I love to cuddle with him.  I love to breastfeed him (oversharing, I know), I love to see him grow, and I love to watch him as he learns and experiences all that is new and amazing in his world.  I genuinely love everything about being a Mother.

 

There has to be more.

I started reading, and before you know it my mind was racing with ideas and thoughts about “consulting”, “entrepreneurs”, “millionaires”, “starting a business”, “building a successful business” and “financial freedom”.

 

The other catch.

I always feel like I am a skillset away from being completely confident. There’s money to be made via the web – should I learn to code?  I can operate programs such as Dreamweaver, and actually got paid to make a few websites for a few people after college, but is that enough?  I hear real estate creates millionaires everyday – should I become re-licensed and begin there?  I took a few screenwriting courses in school – should I take a few more classes and focus there?

 

Feelin’ good yet?

The point is there are many options, but sometimes your need can be so immediate, that it feels like few.  It’s like being under-qualified and over-qualified all at the same time.  But regardless of anything I’ve written here, anything I do in the world out ‘there’ – success is the only option for me.

Without any firsthand knowledge or feeling of the sun (success), I’ve seen the light and there’s just no turning back.