I have made a decision to leave my full time job. My heart…isn’t in it anymore. I don’t think it ever was, really. My body…can no longer take the running around, the draining of my energy that should be, could be, used to create humorous passages of love and sex and my pepa™.
There are also my other ventures. The one-on-one blogging workshops that I have begun. The relationship book that I have yet to finish. The hosting and radio gigs I will receive once I hire a publicist (if a publicist is reading this, I vow to work like the best ho on the stroll).
And so it is imperative that I make time for all that is to come.
My hands? They are full. My mind? Focused on one and only goal – to be a full time creative professional who is successful and financially comfortable.
Fuck comfortable. I want to be rich!
This is why I am quitting my job. It no longer serves a purpose. I don’t think it ever did, really And it is just so very difficult to live my life that way. So challenging to waste my days on a career that doesn’t stir me, inspire me, feed my soul.
It hardly feeds my bank account, the pay is such crap.
With all of that said, I am ready to finally move on from the field of education and non-profits and give my talents to the field of writing, radio, and television. As I see it, when we are clear on our life’s purpose, there is no turning back.
I just can’t live this facade anymore.