“Don’t quit your day job” is commonly heard advice. But what if your day job quits you?
What if after being on vacation for over a week, the Sunday before you were to return to your day job your boss gives you a call and tells you the company was bought and that your job no longer exists?
If you were me, you’d take a week off.
You’d tell some people about your new situation.
Some would say they believe in you, giving you a blank check of permission and support.
Some would call or email or take you out to lunch, talking about possibilities and options.
Some would gently suggest it takes a lot of discipline to work on your own (and you’d think about your novel that is with a NY editor based on her request and your iPad app which is for sale in the App Store raising money for yourself and charity, both of which were completed while you had a day job), and you’d thank them for their concern.
You’d not put away your clean laundry, and instead rifle through the semi-folded pile on top of the dryer each morning (but since you did this when you had a day job anyway, it’s not considered behavioral decline).
You’d finish working on a document (for free) because you said you would and it’s a wicked brilliant bit of signal.
You’d go through your finances and understand that there is no need for immediate panic and woe.
You’d get excited about what you can accomplish with an extra 30 hours a week.
You’d cancel your yearly eye exam because you haven’t got the health insurance thing sorted yet.
You’d tell yourself you have to stop pledging to Kickstarter projects for a while, then you find just one more and pledge anyway because you think a graphic novel without words that is an homage to 1980s anime mech shows with an appreciation for firefighters and EMTs >> is way cool.
You’d make a BBC Sherlock fan music video>>.
You’d take pictures of the humming bird in your backyard, because you were home at 2 pm to see it zip from flower to flower.
You’d get a message from a complete stranger who calls you “amazing” and after a bit of research, you know you’ve met a unique, creative individual>> and you’d support their “Goodnight” IndieGoGo project for a single and video release for their band, in honor of lost loved ones>> without a second thought.
You’d wear shorts and sandals because you no longer spend 8 hours a day in an environment that required wearing enclosed shoes, pants, and a hoodie to stay warm.
You’d write a Facebook Note a week after your day job quit you about the week after your day job quit you.
You’d pay for a tall chai latte at Starbucks, not because you need it to throttle down a migraine, but because it makes you happy, and you deserve to be happy.
If you were me.
[I originally posted this as a Facebook Note, but since I’ve re-done my website (again), I also wanted a copy over here.]