That's it... I've had enough.
Two days later I got the courage to tell my brother-in-law and business partner that I was done. I was finished running the business I had helped build into a successful local company. Throwing away my safety net and the thing that paid all my bills. I choked up a little while we talked, I felt like I was jumping ship and leaving John to clear up the mess I left, lord knows I wasn't the most orthodox businessman. I hoped that it wouldn't be a huge surprise and he confirmed that almost immediately. My sister and he have known for a while now that my heart has been somewhere else.
It's funny because it wasn't one thing that triggered my decision or even a straw that broke the camels back scenario. Something happened that gives me a warm feeling inside knowing that it was the right thing to do. There was nothing horrible about my job, yes I hated answering the phone in case there was extra work to be done that would interfere with my well laid plans for the day and yes I very much felt tied down by it a lot of the time but in reality it was a sweet deal. I was effectively my own boss, I had flexibility if I needed to run out to an appointment or take care of personal matters during the day. I could take a fantastic month long holiday in the winter when we were quiet and although I didn't take home a great deal of money due to us investing back into the business I could definitely see a huge amount of potential on the horizon.
The thing that made my decision for me wasn't anything to do with perfect green grass/Artiscapes at all. For weeks I could not stop daydreaming about what it would be like to go Pro, I mean a real professional, as in:
"what do you do?"
"I'm a professional wrestler, what about you?"
*ignores response because; THERE'S NO WAY IT'S AS INTERESTING AS 'PRO WRESTLER'
I thought endlessly about the potential of touring the world, being on TV, working the holiday camp shows during the summer, working for the major UK promotions and being the guy that helps get British wrestling back on to mainstream TV. I could be that guy I thought.
But I couldn't be that guy. There's no way. Working full time plus extra when needed because of my role as director, training to stay in good shape and to improve as a wrestler and then doing shows on weekends. Where was the time to do anything else? I couldn't travel, not even to Europe for shows because of work. I couldn't promote myself because this sort of thing takes a great deal of time and coordinated effort. So there was only one thing for it... I quit, and oddly my two business partners, John and Jess, my sister, are pleased for me! I think quite jealous too, Jess keeps going on about being my manager. I told her she needs to get herself a tennis racquet or a hockey stick to wield and I'd think about it.
In two days I'm 30. No I wouldn't believe me either! I still move like a 20 year old and I'm about as mature as one too when I get to be myself and not pretending to be a businessman. None the less, I'm going to be 30 and there's nothing like the feeling of running out of time to trigger a spontaneous decision.
So I'm doing it. On July 18th I head out with All Star Superslam Wrestling for the full summer run of shows, 9 a week! now if that's not full time I don't know what is? After the run ends I'm going to be working all over the UK and hopefully beyond. When I'm not wrestling I'll be living again. Enjoying what the world has to offer and when I get a moment to reflect on my adventures I'll be sure to share them with you on here.
For now, wish me luck, I'm going to need it. Thanks for believing in me and rest assured, It most certainly is HAMMERTIME!