As you probably already know, I announced that I quit my job.

In the past few days, I’ve been showered with “congratulations and “you’re an inspiration” via text, call, tweet and post.

And to be honest,

I’m not sure how I feel about it.

Though I appreciate the love, I’m not here for congratulations.

In fact, as all the praise and encouragement puts additional pressure on me. It’s uncomfortable - but I need this pressure, and I welcome it.

Congratulations is defined by “words expressing praise for an achievement”

In many ways, I haven’t achieved shit.

In about a week,

the congratulatory posts will stop
the text messages will stop
people will focus their attention over to the #1 priority. Their own lives.

I’m at the bottom of the totem pole. I’m going to have to scrap for every penny I earn. I’m going to have to follow up… and follow up again – then follow up again.

I’m going to make mistakes.
I’m going to have to explain to folks why I can’t take their photos for free.

Yes quitting my job was hard.

but for my immediate future - it’s going to be a lot harder.

shaping my routine
staying productive
all the while fighting for my artistic voice in a stadium full of “content”

so when I hear the “congratulations” from friends and family, deep down, I know that I haven’t earned that word yet.

It’s up to me to prove you right.

I love you. Thank you for your support,
and thanks for stopping by.


ps. I’m going to be making my blog password protected and private soon. This will serve as my safe space to open up to those closest with me.

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