Today’s post is unlike any other you’ll find on this site.
I don’t usually do personal.
I need to share this with you though – especially if you’re teetering on the edge of something right now. Especially if you’re teetering on the edge of quitting your job to become a full-time freelance writer.
I wrote this in my notepad the day after I quit my job. I hope it helps if you’re struggling with what you think you should do against what you actually want to do with your life…
What I don’t do since I quit my day job:
I don’t get up before 7am.
I don’t drag myself out of bed and rush to get ready, already dreading the day ahead.
I don’t leave the house in a whirlwind and hop-foot it to the station.
I don’t cram myself into a packed train carriage, wedging myself between partially opened newspapers and brash pin-striped suits.
I don’t stay that way for the best part of an hour.
I don’t shove past people in a frantic rush – because as a grown adult I don’t fear another adult telling me that I’m late.
I don’t arrive at a central location at a specified time to operate a machine that no longer exists.
I don’t clock-watch.
I don’t time-waste.
I don’t eat because ‘it’s time to eat.’
I don’t smoke as a reason to get up from my desk. In fact, I don’t smoke at all any more.
I don’t complete tasks or adhere to processes that I don’t agree with.
I don’t say yes when I want to say no.
I don’t regret anything.
I don’t compromise my own goals by working towards somebody else’s.
I sit by the lake and watch a family enjoy a barbeque in the park.
I read, I write and I conjure.
I interact when I want to, and sit back and observe quietly when that’s more appealing.
I schedule appointments when it’s convenient for me.
I eat when I’m hungry.
I meditate on things that have meaning and exercise if the mood takes me.
I find ways to make work seem like play.
Mostly I look out at the world clearly for the first time, and it beams back at me and it tells me: ‘You’ve changed what it means to be busy and you’ve learned what it means to be you.’
More than that: In the quieter moments, if I listen very carefully, I can hear the world whisper that being me was enough all along.
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