Work is not life

Two months ago I quit my job. Was it because I’m such a successful author that I can now live off the fruits of my labor? NOPE. It was because I didn’t want to spend my time doing something I didn’t love. Am I looking for another job? You betcha, but while I’m looking, I’m having the time of my life. I’m writing. I’m spending time with other authors. I’m learning, growing and changing as an author. I’m getting the chance to DO WHAT I LOVE. Who does that? Who gets to experience doing the thing they want to do for the rest of their lives? Me, that’s who.

Being a writer is hard work. If anyone tells you otherwise, you can tell them I said to shut up because they don’t know what they’re talking about. It’s long hours, writing, re-writing, editing, re-editing and a million other things. Being a writer is not for wimps.

The job I want for life is to tell stories, I want to share something special and personal. I’m letting people peek into my imagination for a bit and hope they enjoy the ride. At the same time I need to pay my bills.

Too many of us are doing jobs for the money and not because we enjoy it. Yes, that’s the reality of life, being an adult. There are times when you need to put on your big girl panties and handle your business. Work for me is not life. Life is life, family and friends are life. Work is what finances life. if I could get life to support me, writing = paycheck, that would be perfect.

When I was still working, I wondered what it would be like after I quit. Now I know and the reality of it is even better than I imagined. I planned for it however, I didn’t just quit. I calculated my finances to the penny and had a plan. Only a fool quits their job without a plan. My friends have called me brave, my co-workers think I’m insane. I might be, but I can honestly say I’m happy. Can you?