For the second time in my life, I have taken the plunge and quit my day job. Something inside me was screaming that I am not meant to sit for eight hours straight per day. Sunlight and movement and open space were things that my soul was craving. Days free from clocks, structure, screens and boxes.
The last time I quit my day job, a couple of side projects that I had been working on for years suddenly took off at just that moment. I had more time to focus on my art, and discovered that people actually wanted to buy it. I took a scary risk, and it somehow worked out… and here I am again, swimming upstream against the tide of “supposed to.”
I’m usually quite the planner, but sometimes I decide to just wing it instead. This is one of those times.