Thursday, April 27, 2017
Stepping Off the Edge of a Cliff
Today is my last day at work.
Over the years, I've changed jobs a lot, as IT workers frequently do. What you don't know about a potential employer's business always seems to be worth more than what you do know about your current employer's business. The money is always greener on the other side of the interview process.
This job change is different than all those past ones, though, because I'm not moving on to another IT job. Instead, I'm retiring so I can devote all my time to writing, with the intention of publishing a trilogy of paranormal romances early next year.
I'm really excited about the change. I've done all my homework and we can afford it. I'm really looking forward to having more time to write. But at the same time, it feels a little bit like I'm stepping off a cliff.
My work schedule provides structure for my life. Without that structure, how will I adapt? Will I start sleeping in and binge-watching TV? Will I let myself get sucked into volunteer work so there's no time to write? I have twelve grandkids. Just keeping up with soccer and choir concerts and Grandparents Days could be a full-time job.
I'm also a little concerned about my social life. I work with a great bunch of people--smart and kind and funny. They're always willing to follow me down a hypothetical trail as I consider what my protagonist might do next. Without those day-to-day interactions, will I be lonely? Am I even creative enough to plot a book without a lot of outside ideas?
My brush with breast cancer this winter was a sharp reminder that we don't live forever. If you really want to do do something, you have to have the courage to do it.
It's time to take that next step.