I've quit my day job twice now. The first time I quit I had aspirations to go back to school to get my MFA. Fear struck my very core though and before I was even enrolled in school I was back out there looking for a job linked to my degree. My degree is in education and while I genuinely love children and aspects of teaching, when at work my heart and my hands longed to be somewhere else. They longed to be at home with my daughter and in my studio sewing when she slept.
So just a few months ago I quit my day job again and I'm "living the dream" so they say. It sounds all happy and sunshine I'm sure, but it's difficult caring for a child and running a business. Yet at the same time it's amazing how if you love your work, truly love it, all of a sudden it keeps you up late by choice, and inspires you to rise early with no struggle. While some of society probably thinks I'm crazy, I don't care. I believe in my myself and in my dream and so I'm listening to my heart instead, while raising my baby girl at home.
And so now, I make things. I make things that make a house not just a house, but a home. I make things that add character, warmth, and charm to a space, without the extravagance that might otherwise make beautiful things inaccessible to those with children. I make handmade, applique quilts and fabric wall art creations.
And as a result, my home is a happier place.