I’ve been doing a lot of quitting lately, a lot of rearranging my life.  I quit an unhappy marriage and unhealthy relationships.  I quit smoking and selling myself short. I quit asking unimportant people for advice.  I also happened to quit my job.

I’ve been talking about it for awhile…. a couple years according to my blog archive.  But, life kind of got in the way.  I got sick, my ex and I split.  There was always an excuse for me to stay stagnant in my complacency.  They pay me well.  I need to pay my bills.  I’ve got responsibilities and obligations.  Things that were always more important than my own happiness.

So I quit.  I quit them all. With no back-up plan, no substantial savings account, and no logical explanation.  I up and quit.    My mom told me yesterday that I’ll never be able to buy a house now.

But I’m not trying to buy a house, I’m trying to afford a dream.  

I’ve got an ego bigger than a salary, and a dream bigger than reality and for once in my life I feel like I have the means to do something amazing, forreal. For once in my life, I have a dream that is tangible, and nothing to hold me back from doing it.

Nothing is guaranteed, and I have no insurance, no benefits, and no steady source of income.  The only thing I have is a vision, and I’m ok with that.  Yes, I am on shaky ground.  But that only means I’ve gotta keep it moving.  I’m committed to me, my dream, my new life.  I am committed to quit quitting, and the commitment feels as solid as a Chevy – like a rock.

“Things are changing now, and I can’t tell where I’ll be from here on out.”