Warning: this post is a little sappy.
On this day, two years ago, I quit my job.
While it was something I’d thought about for a LONG time, it wasn’t something I was ever really prepared to do. Honestly, even Drew didn’t know I planned to do it when I did. He was surprised and, totally understandably, a little pissed. I had quit a pretty cush job where, at the time, I had a lot of flexibility, a very stable paycheck (key when you’re trying to afford three small humans) and not a ton of pressure. But it was time.
I was bored, uninspired, unhappy and felt stagnant. It was as if I’d been swimming in place and I’d be stuck in that aquarium for years if I didn’t do something about it. All that being said, I don’t think I would have ever reached the point of jumping into the unknown if I didn’t have someone next to me jumping too. Lynsey, my now-business partner, then-colleague, and I knew we needed to get out. We’d thought about it, talked about it ad nauseum, brainstormed and planned. It was time to go.
Leaving a place I’d helped grow was tough. Leaving a boss I’d worked with for most of my adult life was even tougher. Letting go of the security of a steady income was the toughest. But two years in, I’ve never been happier in my career. I’ve never been more fulfilled and I’ve never been more excited about the future.
We started Lemonade PR on a whim. We figured that if, in a year, it didn’t work, we could find new jobs. Go back to the grind. Thankfully, two years in and neither of us is job hunting.