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.”