That’s the question I’ve been thinking about quite a bit, lately. What do I want? And I’ve actually been surprised by what a tough question that is. Maybe it’s just that everybody else seems to have a head start on me. Maybe that’s just because I don’t know them well enough to know whether what they have is what they wanted, or just what they settled for.
I came really, really close to quitting my shitty day job, today. Half impulse, half built up miseries. I don’t actually know what stopped me. I’ll chalk it up to not really being the impulsive type. Not really.
I’m not happy.
I don’t know exactly how much of that is the day job, but it’s certainly not helping. I’m trying to get nothing and nothing to add up to more than that, somehow.
I know I can’t keep doing it forever.
But quit the day job?
That seems like a big step. Especially to be taken in the misery of the moment.
I’d be living off savings and parsimony from day one! And frankly, that could last a long time.
And I still want to do it. Oh, yes. How I want to do it.
It may be time to reconsider what I want in a day job. More money would be nice. A more normal schedule. Co-workers I have more commonalities with. At least a few who are working side projects, too. People who don’t look at me like I’m a very strange, and somewhat overgrown insect, when I mention that I’m writing (a) novel(s).
I actually wouldn’t even mind a challenge from time to time.
Of course, I’m talking more about a puzzle-type challenge an less “how much work can you cram into an eight hour day?”