Fly Or Fall...It's My Call

So, I got my new business cards in the mail on Saturday and I'm still not sure how I feel about it. I mean, the cards are nice enough, nicely printed, attractive, professional looking. It's what's ON the cards that makes me nervous. My name. My business. My responsibility. It's more daunting than I thought it would be.

I keep looking at them and wondering, "Am I really good enough for this?"

And now and then, I have a moment of delicious clarity and think, "Damn right I am."

I'm not sure why it is that I'm so tentative about success, why I balk at the thought of actually doing something for myself that I love, that could be a potential moneymaker and at the same time, allow me to do something that I really love to do.

I think it has a lot to do with fact that I was never encouraged to think outside the box. Status quo has always been good enough for my family, and that's the way I was raised. (I have a fantastic family, but they've never been.....risk takers, I guess is the way to put it)

Status Quo. (not the 80's band)

Frank has always been the risk taker in our relationship, and it's his encouragement that made me finally get up off my ass and begin this process. He wants better for me, and he knows that I can do this. Plus, he wants me to be a HUGE success so he can quit his job working for the man and run the "family business". He makes me laugh. He has more faith in me than I ever will.

I also have to admit that another reason I'm taking this chance is because I can't stand the thought of having to go back to work in September. I can't do retail anymore, I just can't. And I don't want to go back into kitchen sales. Too much aggravation in my life that I just don't need or want. I want something that is my own, that belongs to me and that *I* make successful.

This might be it. I think I can do it.