A fellow blogger announced yesterday she gave notice to quit her job, and dedicate herself full-time to writing. That triggered a fantasy in me, which I spent time propping up last night, a dream-house made out of sticks that fell down when I woke up this morning.
A friend Drew asked on a recent post, “what’s the difference between the voice in your head and YOUR voice?” I didn’t have a good answer. There’s a filter between the two.
All this amounts to a complicated web of money, conditioning, and fear: I’m making enough money now I’ve built a lifestyle dependent on it and backed myself into a corner…I’m afraid of consequences, from leaving, and part of that fear comes from conditioning, and the conversations I imagine having with everyone else around me. (What will you do…?)
It’s that question that’s so liberating, to think I could jump out of the plane, and fly.