Say happy birthday to the cutest dang first-grader ever.
I’ve undertaken the leap away from nine-to-five grind the way many people wind up having kids: You plan and plan, hoping for a time that’s right, but in the end you just do it. Because the time is always right.
And though perhaps life gets messy for a while, and there are times (like now) when you don’t have two pennies to rub together, you know that there is no other life you’d rather be living.
I have a great respect for those professionals who manage this transition seamlessly, with grace and panache—clients falling at their feet, and money in their bank accounts. This is what we freelancers all want, the same way parents might want a brightly painted nursery and a college fund for their babe.
You could say that these are the things you need to make the leap. But the concept of need covers some gray territory.
How much will you sacrifice to make your dream work? Are you willing to eat canned goods instead of gourmet for a while? Can you manage dressing in last season’s clothes? Well, that’s the tip of the iceberg. Will you, as my musician brother is doing, move out of your apartment and into your dirty, warehouse practice space to save the cash you need to make your music?
We need to be practical to make the leap and fulfill our dreams. But more than anything, we needs to believe in ourselves and our dreams.
For now, I’m too selfish to devote my everyday life to a child—although I take great joy in being an aunt to rising swim star Leah (above) and her livewire sister Madelyn. Maybe someday I’ll take the leap to parenthood, too. But meanwhile I have my hands full tending a baby of a different sort.