I was done with nine to five. It was taxing. It was tiring. The morning rush. The evening apathy. Living for weekends?only to chore it out?was just no way to live. I wanted more quality time with my kids. I wanted flex hours. Once my mat leave was up, I was going out on my own.
I said it. I meant it. I even pursued it for six weeks with a business coach. I defined my target client. I had a business name. And then that job post popped up in my news feed. The role read like it was tailored just for me, plus I?d be reunited with a former colleague I loved.

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I took the plunge, reached out to her and applied. After all, I could always turn it down. Couldn’t I"
Turns out, I couldn?t, and I didn?t. I got the job. It all happened so fast. Application, interview and job offer, all within a few days. When I got the call, I stood phone in hand, cooing baby in arms, still sporting my interview blazer and slacks. I was stunned. What started out as a simple inquiry turned into an offer with a salary, bonus and benefits that seemed too good to turn down. It blew my current position that I was on leave from out of the water.
Should I take it and give up on my entrepreneurial...