For the rest of the world it may be Valentines Day, but for me it is Freedom Day. Three years ago today, I left a good paying job to go back to writing. While I can’t yet say it was the smartest move I ever made, I can say it has been one of the most gratifying. There are times when I’m writing and Calliope, the ancient muse of epic poetry, is whispering seductively in my ear I feel have finally returned home.
To the rest of the world, that feeling is of very little importance—far less important than a new car or a great job. But for me, it means everything.
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Good for you.
I jacked in a $60,000 a year job 14 months ago to look after my boys full time while my wife works, and I don't regret it at all.
Glad I found blogging as well :-)
Work to live, don't live to work!!!
(the money was nice though)
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