When I was 11, I moved to a small town on the South Shore of Long Island. We were the second family to move onto a newly built street and I knew nobody. It was the middle of summer and I had several weeks before school would start. I was going to be the new kid entering sixth grade which, way back then, was the last year of elementary school. Did I mention that I knew nobody?
Not one to be deterred, I took it as a challenge when my mother told me to go out and find some friends. Since our street was brand new and we were only the second family on the block, I wandered to the next block and started knocking on doors. And, there, on Manta Court, I met my first two friends: a girl named Ann and a boy named Sal. I am still in contact with both of them (one just on Facebook but one is still a close friend) and, interestingly enough, they both remember my doing that! I don't want to give away just how long ago that was but let's just say we all have extraordinary memories!
And that was how I began sixth grade - walking into class with two friends by my side.
Becoming a freelance Graphic Designer in the year 2000 was quite scary, indeed! I had no experience with being self-employed and never dreamed I could do something like that! But, it fit my lifestyle and making that decision led me to a great career, wonderful clients (many of whom have become friends) and the freedom to run my life the way I want. I'm available to follow passions, take care of my daughter and be flexible. I was remarking to a new client recently that when I started my business, very few of my clients were self-employed and these days, many of them are.
Beginnings are often difficult. But, by knocking on a few doors when I was 11, I realized that sometimes the right door opens and wonderful, lifelong experiences and memories are made!