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This morning I put my oldest daughter on the school bus for the very first time. As the bus pulled away, my feelings instantly turned to a mixture of excitement and fear. We visited the school last week and met her teacher, and I carefully filled her lunchbox with some of her favorite things. But, what if she forgets where her classroom is? Or, if she leaves her lunchbox on the school bus?
What happens if she falls on the playground or sits alone at lunch because no one will play with her?
As her mother, I worry about these little things- often for no reason at all. But, at the same time, I feel fortunate.
Because I work at home, my hours are flexible in a way I never thought possible. I can put my daughter on the bus or drive her, stand outside and wait for her or pick her up. I can even stop what I’m doing at any moment and rush to the school, if needed. I hope I never need to, but it’s still a comforting feeling to know that I can.
It’s Hard to Call This Luck
People tell me all the time how lucky I am to be self-employed. “You’re so lucky to be able to work at home,” they’ll say, as they complain about their commute or their boss or the fact that they have to work at all.
I usually don’t say anything, but it drives me bat-shit crazy. Sure, I’ve been lucky. I am lucky to have parents who love me and siblings that I’m close with. I’m lucky to have a great group of friends and a marriage that has been close to perfect for nearly a decade. I was lucky to be born in a country like this one- one where there is usually hope and opportunity if you work hard enough to find it.
I’ve always been lucky, but my work life has not been perfect by any stretch of the imagination. In fact, I worked a full-time job for an entire year while I built my side business. That often meant putting in 70 hours or more per week and finding time to work when there literally was none. I lived that life for a year while also raising two children under the age of 3 and taking care of a household- things like dinner, dishes, and laundry.
And no, I didn’t feel lucky at the time. In fact, I felt miserable.
Sometimes Hard Work Pays Off
But sometimes hard work pays off. After a year working what amounts to two full-time jobs, my online income finally surpassed what I made at my full-time job. It was only then I felt comfortable enough with my income to quit my job and pursue my passion.
Things haven’t been perfect since I quit my job, but I love self-employment and the freedom it has afforded me. I am happier and more focused than I have ever been, and I am extremely excited about what the future holds.
To some, my work-at home journey might have seemed like an overnight success.
Some call might even call it luck, but I don’t.
I think luck is what happens when you work your ass off. It’s what happens when opportunity knocks and you are there to answer the door.
“Luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity.”
Making My Own Luck
And as I stood there, I also realized that one of my own dreams had just come true- I’m officially a work-at-home mom.
Being self-employed allows me to be everything I want to be- a mother, a lover, a friend, and a provider. And I get to do it all without being beholden to a 9-5 job or a boss who thinks they own my life.
It’s hard to call this luck, but today I feel like the luckiest woman in the world. I have a family who loves me and a job that fulfills me, and I couldn’t ask for anything more.
How do you define luck? Do you feel lucky today?