Moby Dick, a Rowboat and Tartar Sauce

That’s how I would describe my feelings right now…I am going after Moby Dick in a rowboat with my fork and little jar of tartar sauce! How’s that for optimism?

I have launched into the deep armed with a business license hooked onto an idea. Don’t get me wrong; it’s a good idea. I take that back, it’s a GREAT idea. I’m so excited about it that I splash all over myself trying to get everything done. I have my notebook, my ever-growing checklist and an ocean of tasks ahead of me. My little boat rocks from time-to-time and I get the occasional wave of nausea, but I see land ahead and can’t wait to get there.

Yes, I have started my own business. (For those of you who take me so literally, I feel I must explain that I am not actually going fishing for a whale.) Not because no one would give me a job, mind you, but because I decided that I need to make my own decisions. I was weary of stressing out because it was never enough. I was tired of working long, long hours then staying awake at night worrying about tomorrow. And the irony is, I loved my job so incredibly much! But I knew it was killing my spirit. I had allowed it to rob me of my joy. (No pun intended!)

I must say that I prefer what I am doing now. I feel adequate. I feel empowered. I pat myself on the back. Good job, Joy! I am meeting my goals. I am accomplishing more every single day. I enjoy working long, long hours even though I am currently putting zero money into my bank account; I am doing it for me! I am doing it because I know I can do for myself what I have done for others all these years.

I have a small, but supportive volunteer crew. (You are volunteering, right?) Many, many thanks to those who listen, ENCOURAGE and offer suggestions. Each day I move a little closer and gain a bit of confidence that I can really do this.

Each time I eat a Filet ‘o Fish sandwich at McDonalds, I think of you!!