I have worked since I was sixteen, I left college (even though I did eventually go back) so my Mother told me I had to get a job and not be a bum. So, I worked in the local supermarket like many young kids do. It was a good job, well paid , always more than the national minimum and I manged to save up quite a bit. Of course , I didn’t really do much so that is probably why I saved up a lot.
It was so boring. I did eventually change my job after seven years of being there, moving up the ranks and I took a higher position right next door. Still retail and this job was even more boring. I was stuck on the till, even though I was a manager, and just thought is this it? My family told me I was better than this (well some of them).
I had good grades, I had a triple distinction in IT or some crap like that. Studied Illustration for a bit, but hated it. I couldn’t stand people saying they didn’t like my work so,… yes, I was not cut out for that job sector. So, I quit. Looking back I feel like I quit so much. Like, I just gave up on loads of things. But I have come to realise it is a good bloody job I did. I wouldn’t be where I am now, if I didn’t.
Whilst working in retail I met the love of my life. My soon to be wife.
She flicked between crappy retail jobs until she landed a job within the construction industry designing houses. She loved it. But like all things that soon faded through various reasons.
And I was becoming more and more depressed with my own life.
So, whilst we was on holiday in Berlin, she said to me, just quit. I make enough money to support us (we were both living at my mums at the time) and you can think what you want to do. No pressure.
It was like I was waiting for her to say that without even realising it.
But it was hard. So, very hard.
I felt useless, I felt pressured, I did not know what to do. Why should I be out of work and she had to keep working full time and getting up early? So a lot of guilt.
As time went on, I fell into various things, I started dog walking through this app on Facebook which led to me starting my own pet service business which is now very popular. I started creating Zombears, which nearly sold out at a Horror Convention, we both became delivery drivers, I did a bit of gardening, sold beauty products etc. All sorts of random jobs and we made it work. We continue to make it work.
It was hard to begin with.
But now my partner has come out of work to work with me full time and grow our businesses. We have our own house, car, loads of pets, our life is good.
I fully encourage anyone who is wanting to become self employed to just do it. It is risky and you know what, no one will take you seriously. I still think many people don’t with me. But when I come home with over £200 for selling teddies and looking after peoples pets, I just smile.
At first, it was only my partner who believed in me and now she has gone down the same route. But that is all it takes, one person to help and encourage you.
And if you don’t have that, carry on anyway. They will see your success soon enough. And then they will start to be your cheerleaders. This is what happened to me.
I still have a long way to go but one thing I know, it is going to be fun and so much better than working for some other person and asking for time off. And even better my partner is going to be with me now.