Today, I woke up for the first week where I will not be commuting in to a traditional 9-5 job. As if the weather is celebrating with me, soft white snowflakes dance outside my window as I write this. It’s the kind of morning where I’d normally dread driving in to work, the roads often untreated and hazardous.
Instead, I am sipping a second cup of coffee and sitting at my desk in the home office. Today, I begin exploring what it means to be a full time writer.
Right now, what it means is no more steady paycheck (unless you count the coffee money I make writing on Medium, which is something, but not enough to live on). It means my husband and I did the math and determined I could give this a go and we’d be okay, for a while. It means learning a new way of working, being self-disciplined and finishing up the memoir draft I’ve been working on for years.
It also means I am finally living some version of the life my younger self might have imagined for me. Sitting in my office on a winter day, typing away at my mint green desk.
I figure I’ll be blogging daily life stuff a bit more often as I figure all of this out, if only to grease the writing wheels every morning, so to speak. There is nothing that counts as running into joy quite so much as trying to follow your dreams, build a life around your passions. So it feels fitting to post these musings here, where I write about finding joy in the little things, in the every day.
This week, I’ll mainly be laying a foundation for working as a writer. That means updating my resume to be more focused on my writing experience and exploring publications that I’d like to pitch. I’ve created a checklist for the week and will be working my way through it, while maintaining the writing work that had become a mildly overwhelming side hobby while I was still working full time.
I’ve got a lot to learn, but I’m excited to learn it.