I have been saying to people “I quit my job”. It’s true, I left the corporate rat-race after a near 18-year stint. But when I think about it, quit seems too harsh a word; too sudden, too negative. I didn’t give up, I didn’t throw the towel in because of a moment of fury (despite fantasising about it on a rough day). And correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think many people do quit in a moment of passion (despite fantasising about it on a rough day).
Truth is, it’s been brewing for some time and by some time, I mean years (tens of years if we really want to get stuck in). I had started to wonder if I really wanted the “working 9-5” and the corporate perks had started to lose their shine.
So, for a few years I toyed with the idea of packing it all in and trying something new. But after two babies and maternity leaves (and the comfort of a job to go back to – a security blanket not afforded to all), I didn’t really have the headspace to dream beyond the next day let alone the overhaul of a career change.
But then Covid hit, and I found myself working from home which for me had loads of silver linings (time to eat dinner with kids, no commute dead time) and just as many complications (no balance, no boundaries, no commute dead time).
I could go further back, if I’m honest, and know that interior design or at least something creative was always my passion and guiding light. Little Sophie cutting out pretty things from enormous doorstop-sized catalogues is not too far off from where I find myself right now. It’s just taken me 30 plus years to get back here – and have the confidence to feel like it is something I could do for a living. A subject matter I will still need to work on: growing up, getting good grades, going to uni...the target was a well-paid and secure job rather than one that I loved, if I’m honest.
So, without further musings and explanations - I am starting my own interior design business!
A few months in and there have been lots of roller-coaster moments - equal parts brimming with excitement and possibility but also confusion, loss of direction and, even, identity but I feel grateful that I can explore this and do something I love. My inner judge is coming up with all the things that could go wrong but the guiding light is ultimately: if not now, then when?
So, I feel grateful if you are here with me - at this very special beginning. There is, I hope, so much more to come. I'd really love for you to subscribe (find a box on the homepage or wait for the pop-up), because having you behind me will really, really give me the boost I need to keep this moving forward. Love and kisses xx
My quiet celebration (the day I handed my notice in - excitement, confusion and worry that I'd let my team down - this needed to large cookie and a cuppa)
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