As much as I complain about being miserable with my job, I really haven’t done much to better my situation.
I’ve grown content. I just go through the motions day in and day out.
I’ve talked about wanting to be a paid writer but I haven’t done shit to make that happen.
The title of my blog is the Self Employed Movement but there hasn’t been much of that going on lately. It’s been more like the Self Employed Dream. It could happen someday. It might happen some day. It would be nice if it happened. But it’s just been an idea lately.
It’s been a hobby. It’s been something I haven’t been completely serious about because it’s just been a dream; a dream is a goal without a deadline.
But that ends now.
I thought that being a paid writer would be something that would happen eventually; maybe in a couple of years or so but nothing that could happen in the relative near future.
So I just stayed static. I didn’t make any positive moves to bring me closer to being a paid writer. I had no plans. No hopes. No dreams. No future.
There’s no reason to work on something when you don’t have anything to work towards. There’s no motivation. It’s much easier to fall into a mindless routine of monotony instead of trying to better your situation because it’s hard. It’s really fuckin’ hard.
Just eat, sleep, wake up, go to work, come home, repeat.
So the plan was to make it happen someday. What a fuckin’ stupid plan. It doesn’t work.
It never works.
So it’s time to change that plan. It’s time to put a little pep in my step. It’s time to light a fire under my ass to actually do something about my situation instead of constantly throwing myself a pity party.
So why 106 days? It’s 2016 in 106 days. Wow…
I originally thought about giving myself a year to quit my job but that’s too long. My procrastination tendencies will take over and I’ll spend 300 days not doing a damn thing except feel sorry for myself and that won’t get me anywhere. Plus, I might get fired before then because it’s getting more and more difficult to give a shit. It’s getting more and more difficult to get out of bed.
Each day that I don’t do something to make myself a paid writer is one more day at my shit job and that’s no good for anyone; my wife, my co-workers, my customers. I’m tired of putting up this front making people believe that I’m alright; that I’m okay. I’m not.
I’d quit tomorrow if given the chance…
This is me giving myself the chance.
I have 106 days to start a new chapter in my life. I have 106 opportunities to get the fuck out of there. I need to take full advantage of each and one before I go crazy; before I lose who I am along with my happiness, hopes, ambitions, and passions.
This job will be the death of me. (Not literally but figuratively.)
I’m been so fixated on how miserable my job makes me instead of being fixated on planning an escape.
So what’s the plan of escape?
- Start treating this blog and this quest to quit my job with the respect that it deserves. I need to put in the effort and make it happen. It needs to be considered a part-time job and deserves to be considered so.
- How will I do that? I’ll spend a minimum of 30 minutes each day doing the following: Research, Reach Out, and Write. Research will include reading books and other blogs; anything to get my creative juices flowing. Reach out will include contacting my readers, other blogs, and applying for job openings. Write will consist of, well, writing. If I want to get paid to write in 106 days then I better get better at writing, don’t you think?
- By January 1st, 2016 I plan to be better-employed; either through self-employment or by completely switching career paths.
Will I make it? Can I really make the jump in a little over 100 days? I guess you’ll have to stay tuned to find out.