Doing it my way

It’s every writer’s dream to kiss the 9-to-5 goodbye for a full-time seat in front of the computer in pjs and total bliss. I will make that leap in about two months. I’ll welcome in the new year as the CEO of my own life. While I can appriciate the touch of romance this concept has to it, I am under no delusions as to what becoming a full-time writer will be like.

The idea that I will be responsible for every dollar I make scares the hell out of me.I’ll have to pay my own health insurance, pension fund and a host of other bills my employers helped make happen each month. Now it is just me and I worry about my savings carrying me through until the next paycheck, which in the writing world can take forever. I have enough saved to live the same lifestyle for a year, barring any unforseen emergencies. If something does happen, I’ll find a way to deal with it. While I’m aware of the many obstacles I’ll have to face, I do not dwell on them because I believe strongly in the law of attraction.

There are many reasons people opt to work for someone else and if you love your job it’s great. But for people like me, there are no other options, it’s do or die and working for someone else for the rest of my life would kill me. Not physically but spiritually and emotionally. The bigger risk to me is not taking a chance on myself, but not taking a chance on myself.

I am at the perfect time in my life to do this. I have no one other than myself to think of. I don’t want to wait until I have a family to support or wait twenty years and wonder what the hell happened to my life. At the end of my life I’d rather kick myself for my mistakes than be riddled with regret over the chances I didn’t take. Don’t want to wonder what if when I have no time or means left to find out.

Every time I let the fear set in a little voice reminds me: “If not you, who? If not now, when?”