Awww, here it goes!

It was time to call it quits. You know, the old "office break-up". My time working at a 9-5 job as a graphic designer was coming to an end, I could feel it. It was one thing to come to that realization, but quite a bit harder to break it to the coworkers I had grown to love. But I did it. I mustered up the courage to leave my job. I gave my notice and there was no turning back.

I was (very) tempted to fly with abandon into the Netflix-laden, bath robe clad world of unemployment. After all, I had spent the last four plus years in offices, and cubicles, on commutes, working for clients, and meeting deadlines. Surely I had earned a little break, right? But it turned out that a three month pajama party full of "Friends" binges just wasn't truly what I wanted or needed. There's a big part of me that has to create.

I began practicing calligraphy about a year and a half ago. My husband and I were living in a tiny little apartment and winter was taking its sweet time thawing into spring. If you've ever lived in the northeast you may know that from December til mid-April the outdoors are an unwelcoming tundra of inactivity. So I stayed indoors and with the calligraphy starter kit that my husband had gotten me for Christmas I started to write. 

A few months later our lives changed, when in spring we suffered through a painful miscarriage. The calligraphy that I had been practicing in the warmth of that little apartment became a way to express myself, to meditate on truths, and to begin to soothe some of the deep pain that I had experienced in losing our baby. It began as a hobby and grew into a passion. Something that I loved and gave me life. 

Starting a small calligraphy business seemed like the natural next step once I felt ready to leave my job. The perfect intersection of practicality, opportunity, and passion.

So this is where it begins. Fresh out of the office, caring for a fledgling dream. My heart is brimming with excitement and ideas and inspiration, my head is a little overwhelmed with the logistics of this unknown territory. But here I am, trying to use this drive to create and share the fruits of that with as many people as I can in hopes that they can experience the same inspiration, encouragement, and healing from words that I experienced last spring.

Here I go. A new season. A fresh start. I can't wait to see what happens.

 

P.S. If you're not a 90's kid you may not get the reference in the title of this post. Educate yourself.