I used to think I was passionless. I attended college for four years and bounced from major to major because I could never find anything that made me go “Yes! That’s what I want to do with my life!” Picking something to study just because it paid well or led to job security was never something I even considered (I think it’s important to note that this is an example of privilege, mixed with stupidity. My family wasn’t wealthy by any means, I had to use student loans to pay for college, so I’m not sure where my attitude of ‘it will all work out and I don’t need to plan ahead’ came from. I definitely don’t recommend this. If I had to do it over, I would definitely get a degree that I wasn’t passionate about, even if I didn’t think I would use it, just for security later on if it were needed). I switched majors four times in those four years and by the end of year four, I was burned out and done. I had yet to find anything that made me feel excited. I lost my motivation to study or try and my grades slipped tremendously.
The end of that fourth year came two months before my wedding. The day after our wedding, we drove off in a U-Haul and travelled from Indiana to Florida for my husbands job. His job paid all the bills and required a lot of travelling and on-call work and we soon realized that me having a regular job meant we would never see each other. So I stayed home. In a strange state, full of strange people. I joined a roller derby team. I took up cross stitch and embroidery and opened my Etsy shop. I loved those things, but they weren’t my life's passion. I eventually quit roller derby two years in after seeing too many broken bones and other injuries and deciding it wasn’t worth the risk. I knew I wanted kids and I knew I could run an Etsy shop from home so I decided to focus on improving that. While it was a good fit for our life, and I did thoroughly enjoy it, my passion it was not.
After spending three years in Florida, we moved back home to Indiana. My husbands job no longer included massive amounts of travel and I needed to find something to do with my time and something that wouldn’t make me feel like a lazy loser who had never had a real job. I always knew I wanted to be a stay at home mother and we knew that kids weren’t far off, so I opted out of finding that “real” job and decided to create my own. I started my pet sitting business without a ton of forethought. I wasn’t even sure that it would go anywhere, but I loved animals and knew I wanted a flexible schedule so I could continue my lifestyle of being able to do what I wanted, when I wanted. The first year was slow and half way through I found I was pregnant. I figured I would work as long as I could and after my son was born, I would shut it down and stay home. But as things picked up towards the end of that first year, I decided I loved it to much to quit and vowed to make it work, baby in tow. I genuinely love pet sitting and animals and for most of the two years I have been doing it, I thought that it was my passion (yes, you can really, really, really love something but have it not be your passion).
Then my son and Doing Business and Raising Babies was born. You’re probably tired of hearing me say it, but DB&RB was created out of frustration after noticing that in all my mom groups, mothers were always told their only option for working from home with kids was MLMs/direct sales. Whenever a mom would post asking "what can I do to make money and stay home?" she was immediately bombarded with other women trying to get her to sell diet pills, wraps, nail polish, lip gloss, leggings, you name it. While these businesses work great for some, I hated that women, and stay at home moms specifically, were being told it was all they could do. I became PASSIONATE about creating a community that would showcase many different kinds of businesses that are mother run, show that it really is possible to do business and raise babies at the same time, and also help create content that would help anyone else looking to get started. My Etsy shop and pet sitting were fun and enjoyable and I loved them, but I know they aren’t my passion. Doing Business and Raising Babies isn’t a business in the same sense, it’s cost quite a bit of money and doesn’t really make any and yet I want to keep doing it and I’m so excited to see how it grows and so excited about the possibility of helping others. I know, without a doubt, that this is what I’m meant to do.
It took me 28 years and a baby to finally find my true passion. To find something that sparks the best feeling inside, that I can get excited about day after day, that I can see doing for a long time coming, something that I don’t mind staying up late and losing sleep to work on, and something that doesn’t even feel like work at all.
As Pam Halpert would say, “It would just make my heart soar if someone out there saw this, and she said to herself, be strong, trust yourself, love yourself, conquer your fears, just go after what you want. And act fast, because life just isn't that long.”