I’ve had days in my life before when I didn’t have to get up and go to my day job. Obviously. I’ve even had weekdays when I didn’t have to get up and go to my day job. Several of them in a row, even.
Today is different.
Today is the first day of my adult working life when I don’t have to go to a day job today… or tomorrow. Or next week. Or next month. Or next year.
Today is the first day of my adult working life when I can spend the day writing… and can schedule my writing time knowing that I can spend tomorrow writing as well. And the next day. And next month. And next year.
I am so happy, I can barely speak.
I’m finding that — apart from the obvious happiness — my main emotion today is curiosity. What is my life going to look like, now that I don’t have a day job to structure it around? Will I go to bed at midnight and get up to start writing at 8 am? Will I stay up writing until four in the morning, and sleep until noon? How will I schedule my long term projects, such as books, around my day-to-day projects like blogging? Will I mostly work at home, or at cafes, or what? Will I finally get to take weekends off? How will I structure a full day of computer time around the fact that Comet is obsessed with chewing my charger cord? Will I ever get out of my bathrobe?
I am dying to find out. It’s weird to feel curious about something that is essentially under my own control — but that’s what it is. A very happy and excited curiosity.
But I am also overcome with joy.
I busted my ass to get here. I’ve worked hard and have made real sacrifices, for many years, to get to a place where I could support myself with writing. But I also recognize that I’ve been seriously fucking lucky. Lots of writers and other artists bust their ass for years, and don’t get where I’ve gotten. I’ve had a lot of lucky breaks. And I’ve had a lot of support: from friends, from family, from colleagues, tons and tons and tons from Ingrid…
…and, obviously, from readers. Anyone who donated to a pledge drive; anyone who linked to my writing in their own blog; anyone who Tweeted or Facebooked or Reddited or emailed my writing; anyone who commented on my blog in a non-douchey way; anyone who bought my book; anyone who supported my blog and my writing in ways I haven’t listed here — I am more grateful than I can say. I will do everything I can to make y’all proud.