dreams ride the wind through
windows I’ve thrown wide open
no pillow needed
I feel that time is running out and it's now or never to dust off a few dreams and follow them.
So, I turned in my notice today. I'm retiring from the day job come March 30.
I only go in 4 days a week, but it's a stressful 4 days for me now. Maybe it's age, but I think it's more than that. I feel caged in - It's like spring fever, but for a whole year now
Whatever the reason, it's the job not my coworkers. They're good, sweet, ethical, hardworking folks. It is I. I have to move on for me and for no other reason.
My entitlement (and I am entitled to it) is more than enough to cover monthly bills. My income from all my sidelines will be gravy.
I used to sell my art regularly. Having lost everything in the fire, though, I've had to buy supplies and start from scratch. I've started on a series of colored pieces for now in various media. I'll need at least 3 or 4 to pitch to galleries and a least a dozen to hang a show.
I'm working at various income streams. Beyond the e-books, the first of which will launch end of this month, there's my painting and freelance work.