I ultized my Visual Communications Diploma and went back to work as a graphic and website designer in some of Sydney’s leading agencies until my daughter came along in 2009.
On entering the workforce after maternity as a first time mum, I was conflicted.
How the hell do I please two demanding people at once?
My boss, who wanted me at work Monday to Friday, 9am to 5pm and the daycare would call me to come and pick my 18 month old up because she was sick and spreading her germs to the other kids.
After making myself sick with mum guilt and doing the best I could to wangle daycare drop offs, peak hour traffic, working for someone else, being a wife, dinners, bathtime, bed, step and repeat, groundhog day.
My boss pulled me into a small meeting room and fired me. With no warnings, no conversation, no reason, no nothing.
On the way home, I ugly cried. I was unfulfilled. I felt there was something more, that I was missing out, that life was for living and that I had simply just been existing.
Instead of finding another job, I decided to take control of my future, my income and how I would spend my days. It was time to take what I had learned from my previous business experiences and try again.
The fear crept in.
We were on a single low income that barely covered us each week.
All the overwhelm and doubts.
The monkey chatter rattled my confidence.
What will people think?
Can I really earn any money this time round?
What if I am not good enough?
What if I fail?