Recently I have embraced the concept of having less money, but more time, to achieve the things in life that I really care about. It is both wonderful, and scary.
It is wonderful because I used to work in a job that I was originally very passionate about, that then went on to suck the life right out of me. I dreamt about breaking out on my own, doing something artistic and being in control of my own destiny. I yearned to spend more time making music, one of my truest and greatest loves. I looked forward to the day when I could make it all happen, when the shackles were off and I could burst forth, in a flurry of creative activity and brilliance… or something like that.
It is scary because all of these dreams, and yearnings, and hopes, start to stack up after a while, and they make a pretty impressive pile. And sometimes when you put a lot of effort into reaching up and touching these pretty piles and they fall down on top of you, it is so crushing, you wonder if you’re good enough to even try again, let alone actually succeed.
So when I have small victories, I celebrate them. And tonight I am having such a moment. I was booked for a recording session as a vocalist. I went, I sang, it was good, the people were nice, it may well go somewhere. And on top of all of that… I will be getting paid. Hooray! I wish I could be a bit cooler about these sorts of things, but the truth is, my little artist’s ego grumbles to be fed, and I need however many small pats on the back I can get just to coax her one step further down the road.
So here’s to doing what you love (and getting paid for it)! Cheers.