3.5 months ago I quit my job to follow my fate and go full-time with writing.
July 4, independence day 2022.
Freedom or death, baby.
I’d been stuck under other people’s heels for a decade and I knew I was meant for more.
Always knew, but never acted enough to make it real.
So I decided to gamble on myself.
And I’m not talking about pulling a Cormac McCarthy and living in a shack with no food in the middle of nowhere for $100 a month and abandoning my family…
No.
I’ve got a house, family, ridiculous monthly spending on the highest quality nutrition, high standards of living that I refuse to lower.
And now, I’m making more with writing than I ever did before, and each month my income goes up.
Momentum is building. The snowball is rolling.
I’m free, but I also carry the entire burden of my future on my own shoulders…
Tied directly to my own actions…
As I believe men should.
I’m just at the very beginning of this wild ride called FREEDOM
But now that I’ve tasted it, I’ll never go back.
How else can a man truly live?