I retired in my forties. Seriously people like me don’t retire; we just need change and a new challenge. When my last work day came I didn’t have a back-up job ready. My first week away from the institution was a real struggle. I missed my desk, I missed my friends and the community.
Freedom I told myself! Then separation anxiety slowly crept in with the dawn of an empty schedule. The jobs were out there but I was being picky pondering if should be employed or set-up shop. I used to be a ruthless businesswoman but fell into the corporate trap of receiving a salary. A decade of financial security slowly killed my entrepreneurial spirit. Leaving was a leap of faith and the end of my comfort zone, after all Steve Jobs said “stay hungry, stay foolish”.
In my new found solace I discovered a millennial concept called “coworking” spaces. In this new productivity nest I followed my old work routine. The social interaction in this shared environment helped me transition. After weaning from my old establishment I started becoming busy writing, consulting, and cooking again. I realize now that the opportunities are endless.
This week I accepted a project supplying packed food to offices. The profit margins are low but I need to start somewhere. I wake up early to market, cook and deliver orders. I work only in the mornings giving me more time to do the things I love. Baby steps…
Being an entrepreneur can be quite challenging. This morning I panicked because I was taking too long frying a ton of fish. The kitchen was a mess with splatters of batter everywhere. Despite the rush, I still needed to tidy up before leaving. In my previous job I used industrial machines, had a culinary assistant and kitchen steward to clean up for me. I was so tired but happy to get my groove back. I’m blissful to be back in the kitchen, this time it is MY kitchen and I am my own boss.