Guess what? If you’re a headline reader, you already know the answer, but for those of you who elect to eschew headlines and just dive right into the meat, so to speak, I’ve recently become electively unemployed. I fired myself from my old job. I left the office of the company where I had been working these last 5½ years, never to return again.
So my question to you, dear readers, is: Now what?
I actually left without a plan in place for continued monetary advancement. I have no savings (well, very little) and lots of unsecured debt (damn you, homosexual lifestyle of living beyond my means!) and that’s about the size of the banking portion of my life.
What am I thinking about doing? Well, since you asked, and in no particular order:
- Write a book. Not sure what the book is about, which is a challenge. To say the least.
- Find another full-time job. Got one?
- Freelance for a while, even though I don’t enjoy the business aspects thereof, like chasing down checks and rounding up work and doing my quarterlies.
- Come up with a fantastic idea for something that’ll revolutionize the web and which I can work on for a year or so and then flip to Google or Yahoo for millions of dollars, although I don’t have that fantastic idea, yet.
- Build up a new web site based on the whole Man Grooming concept I’ve been having fun writing about lately, even though we all know that great content is not the Yellow Brick Road to fame and fortune, but I’d enjoy doing it. But ad revenue?
- I’ve also wanted to do a gay-themed site that is not another culture slash fashion slash gossip site, but instead delves into politics and dealing with real-world problems like coming out and suicidal tendencies and dealing with rejection and relationships and suchlike.
That’s all I’ve come up with so far. Fell free to add your own suggestions and/or support to any of those ideas.
As for why I quit? Well, let’s just say that the job and I were on divergent tracks and although the money was very attractive and the job itself was rather easy, I discovered that it was having a bad affect on my overall life and that a lot of my unhappiness and dissatisfaction with things in general, not to mention my own well-being both physical and mental, were slowly and steadily getting worse. The job was what it was, I just didn’t want to (and couldn’t) do it any longer.
There’s a longer and deeper story in there about self-discovery and happiness and how to take a leap when you’re not ready for it, but I’ll save that until I’ve figured it all out.
December 5, 2005