I’m hoping to quit my job at the end of this school year. I want to be a writer. It is scary to leave a job with a guaranteed monthly paycheck to try something new. I’ve done it before; it worked out well. However, this is a totally different situation. Before I left to get a higher degree in my field. It raised my salary by 12% when I re-entered the workforce. It gave me the opportunity to do the kind of teaching I do today. I am a Reading Specialist I work with small groups of children who are having problems learning to read. I enjoy what I’m doing. However, Father Time is marching on and I find my energy level and stamina declining. I think about a job where I can work on days I feel well and where I can just rest on days I don’t. I’m getting older. My health reminds me daily of just how old I am now.
I have ideas about ways to generate money as a writer. I have so many, many things written or almost written completely and I want to see what I can do with them. I’ve noticed few people read my blogs. Suppose no one reads my books? Suppose no one buys another article? Will I be able to find an illustrator for my children’s books?
There are more questions than answers right now, but like ten years ago when I quit my job to get a higher degree in my field – when most people thought I had lost my mind to quit a job that I did well at – was I crazy? It was a leap I felt I needed to take and I took it. There were regrets and problems, but mostly there were successes and joy. It turned out to be two of the happiest years of my life.
Now I’m on the ledge prepared to leap again. I glance back from time to time at what I’m leaving and a few times I think I want to continue to embrace it. But do I really? Don’t I think it’s time to explore what I can really do with this God given talent? Everyone says I write well. I think I write better some days than other days.
I’m gonna jump. Part of this blog has been to think through and see what I can do as a writer. The thinking part is almost over. It’s time for action.