Interestingly enough, the priest at Mass today spoke about fear. This has been a topic of much discussion in my household for months now. Before I made the leap to FT freelance, I had a lot of fear. LOTS.

I’ve been moonlighting, working PT, whatever the hell you want to call it, for many, many years. For as long as I can remember I have had more than my Monday through Friday 8 to 5 grind on my plate. Was I stressed? You bet. I learned early on that I’m a stress-case but I actually work well that way. But it takes a toll and I seriously don’t recommend it.

I knew I wanted to go full-time. I wanted more flexibility with my schedule. I wanted to have the opportunity to make more money. I wanted to do something I truly LOVE doing. I wanted to spend more time with my son. Basically the same crap you hear from a lot of others floating around on the ‘net looking for the Land o’ Opportunity.

But I was consumed by fear. Mainly about money. But when you’re talking about money, you’re also talking about others things: Security, Comfort, Freedom

But I made the leap. I took the big dive off the freelancing platform and I’m happy. I’m excited. And there’s no turning back.

But as the priest was talking, I was thinking about how fear really makes us do so many things. Stupid things. Wonderful things. Fear can drive people to perform things beyond their wildest imagination.

So maybe a little fear isn’t bad afterall. Especially when it pushes you to do great acts or decisions that you normally wouldn’t make. A little fear can be a great shove or a little nudge, hopefully in the right direction.

I know for me it was.