Today was my first day as a free(lance) woman. A year ago, even six months ago, I could have never imagined being at this point. I never would’ve had the guts to do it then. I was too logical. Too set into my ways of doing what I thought I needed to do in life.
Doing something like this is something I would’ve looked down upon back then. Thanks to some darker hours, a lot of pestering/encouragement from Matt, and acceptance from my family (and myself), I’m forgetting about being practical for the time being, and making a go of doing what I’ve always wanted to do—to write a novel.
A lot of people talk about what they want to do in their lives: to paint, to write, to make music, to start their own business, to go back to school … but a lot of times people are too scared to make that leap—especially if it is starting from scratch.
So here it is. I’m going to make a go of it. In the meantime, I’ve escaped (even if it’s temporarily) the cubicle. I’m making my own schedule and ensuring that I have several hours a day dedicated to writing.
So here’s to being irrational. Here’s to giving it my all. Here’s to writing this book.