I believe in dreams.
And I believe in pursuing said dreams. But there is a big fat reality with which we must all reckon, the need of money. For me that need has turned into a second job. I am in training now to be an overnight stocker at a large retailer.
It is the exact opposite direction that I had hoped for. But it is the answer for the moment.
I’ll still work at my writing. I have a book that’s in the works that I can’t quite get to a point that I want to let it out. It’s just not good enough. And my first book, although well liked by those who have read it, is not really selling enough to be a reliable source of income.
So instead of working towards financial independence and working for myself, I will trade some hours for money.
It’s ok. I’m not crying about it. Sometimes a man’s got to do what a man’s got to do. And currently, my hourly labor is worth more than my written words in a book. It’s cool. This world don’t owe me anything.
I don’t owe it anything either and I believe this all will change one day. I’m just going to keep plugging along.
Until then, I’ll take their money.