Graduated college with a degree in communications and a desire to go into public relations, thinking it'd be a "cool" career choice, or like, a way to somehow met Justin Timberlake.
After bartending for a few years, I made my parents happy and got a "real" job as a marketing coordinator for a large format printing studio - think huge banners, graphics for advertising agencies, that kind of thing.
Read "A Place of Yes" by Bethenny Frankel in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina and for the FIRST time really saw a woman start from nothing, take what she loved, and hustle her ass off to build an empire - and never stopping thinking about the fact that maybe I could do that too.
Started feeling super unfulfilled by my full time job, even though I loved the industry, but really started to resent cramming my life into weekends, having only two weeks a year to travel, and hustling for a paycheck that was barely enough. I KNEW there was no way I could live this way for the next 40 years.
Decided to try my hand at working as a freelancer, knowing so many OTHER small businesses needed the help I could provide. Quit my job with only three clients, a whole lot of debt, and nothing saved - but I was sure that even if I had to knock on every door in NJ to get work, I would make it happen.