Happy Anniversary… Well, Almost!
Next week, this Texan southern belle is celebrating her first business anniversary in Georgia! It’s hard to believe that it’s already been about a year since I brought my business here from Central Texas. To celebrate my business anniversary, I’ll be sharing pieces of my journey with you on the blog over the next week. (Obviously starting with this post!) My big hope is to maybe help some of you reading this who may, at some point, go through the same transition that I found myself in a year ago.
First off, thank you!
Needless to say, I’ve been blessed beyond belief this year with my business. There is really no other way to describe this year than that. Blessed. While it definitely has its tougher days, I wouldn’t trade this life for anything. But, I couldn’t have done any of it without you. (Yes, you reading this in your yoga pants with a glass of wine!)
There’s not enough words in the dictionary to say how thankful I am for the followers, clients, and vendor friends that God has put into my life over this past year. Without your love and support for what I do, there would be no blog. There would be no Cathy Nugent Weddings. For you I have to thank for helping me bring this dream of mine to reality.
I started out young.
It’s no secret. You can just look at my picture and know that I started my own business pretty young. Let’s face it. I was just a college girl with a wedding blog (that somehow people found interesting and enjoyed reading!) who dreamed of something more than an entry level agency job I felt I was overqualified for. I had a dream, prayed hard, and I went after it — fast.
When I took the leap of faith to start my own business, it really was a leap in my faith. I moved across the country for my husband’s job. At that point, I had a choice to make: give up my passion for weddings and get a regular nine-to-five job in a windowless office downtown. Or, take a leap of faith and give everything to building and nourishing a hopefully-one-day thriving business. I had wedding experience and the drive to make something to call my own, but no contacts in a city I had only visited a handful of times before actually moving there.
I prayed hard. To my surprise, Rob was actually the one who told me to “Just go for it.” He told me if I failed, “Who cares! At least you won’t ever live your life wondering what-if.” With that encouragement from my husband, I took the leap of turning my side-hustle into a hopeful-career. To be honest, I had no idea why God was leading me in the direction I was going, but I was confident that He was working in me to make this dream of mine appear right before my eyes.
One of the scariest things was just putting it out there.
Starting your own business is hard enough. But, there’s something about announcing it to the world that is extremely intimidating. Not to mention, it makes you feel very vulnerable. It’s something about once you announce it, it’s out there, and everyone has their eyes on you to see if you fall. (And trust me, there’s people waiting for it!) Not only would could you fall, but it feels like it’d be in front of the whole world.
I can’t tell you how many times people (some I didn’t even know) belittled or looked down on my dream. Don’t get me wrong, I’m confident that they had good intentions in their heart when they were giving me advice. I get it, entrepreneurship isn’t easy. I’m young, a bit naive at times, and they probably didn’t want to see me fail. They said all the right things to show how supportive they were. But, in the end, it was laced with doubt.
Y’all. All that doubt. It hurt.
But, the way I looked at it was like this. I would rather fail at doing something I loved than living my whole life building success at something I wasn’t passionate about. I’d rather survive on unabashed hope chasing my dreams than living a half-life of security and predictability. (Thanks, Jasmine Star!)
“No amount of security is worth the suffering of a mediocre life chained to a routine that has killed your dreams.” – Maya Mendoza
So why did I decide to silence the doubt?
It was actually pretty simple. I wanted the freedom, and I wanted something of my own. You can put all of yourself into a normal job. But, at the end of the day, you can’t call it your own. You’re working to build the success of the person above you. I wanted to be able to make something for myself that reflected me and that I could be proud of. Not to mention, I also thought of the future. I wanted something that I could have and still be home with my future children.
In actuality, the ‘norm’ was never my path. It was never the path God had for me.
If entrepreneurship wasn’t meant for me, I would have had my ‘dream corporate job’ calling my name when I was chest-deep in all those applications. (That all ignored or rejected me, by the way!) Let’s preface this. I don’t mean to toot my own horn when I talk about what has happened in my business this past year. As much as I’d like to think its my doings with the hard work I put into it, it’s not. I give all the glory of my business to God. If having my own business wasn’t my path, I wouldn’t have been blessed the way I had been this past year. I wouldn’t have been immediately able to see the fruit that God was bearing with my business.
It’s still scary.
I’m not going to lie. Often times behind the scenes of my seemingly perfect little Instagram squares is fear — fear for what is going to happen next, fear of falling on my face, and fear of never ‘making it’. I get scared to say that I still don’t know what God has planned for me on this journey of mine. Y’all know that I am extremely Type A who likes having everything lined up and planned out. Needless to say, giving it up to God and going with the flow gives me anxiety. (and that’s an understatement!)
However, when I catch myself freaking out, feeling discouraged, or just plain out of my comfort zone when new things in my business come across my plate, my heart and my God remind me that I’ve already made the biggest leap of them all: I started.