It’s 2:39 and I really should be sleeping, but I just can’t. My mind has been working overtime lately and I must admit that it’s made getting a good nights sleep harder at times. I know this is just a time of particularly high energy and creative activity, and that things will settle, so I’m sort of just enjoying the wave. I’ve never been a great sleeper, but lately being able to turn that in to something productive (I mean, if you can’t sleep why not spend the night painting or writing?) has made a big difference.
Long quiet nights spent with my laptop nearby, and usually a notepad to hand, are whittled away. Perhaps by the time the morning comes I’ve pinned down the cover photo for my next blog post, or worked out the meaning of life (again… it’s so elusive). Other nights I’ll just spend time painting, which has the added benefit of completely taking me out of my mind and, engrossed in the process, the movement of me and the paint, I eventually feel a little of my sanity restored.
I’m finally seeing some tangible benefit to having spent all this time – all these nights – dreaming up my future, or cropping images, millimeters at a time, to fit my new blog theme. Rephrasing a sentence four, maybe five times, to fit with the tone of a post. The little details, fleshed out with such vitality, that it would be impossible for it not to become a part of my life.
I’m in the midst of all this online stuff, this laptop lifestyle, becoming my lifestyle. In fact, pretty soon I’ll have an income that’s completely independent of me being in any one place, or working any set number of hours. I’m hopefully dropping my care job (after several years in that field) and transitioning to being fully online. I am applying for another job soon, working for a charitable arts foundation, helping to build engaged social media audiences. This way I’ll still have a steady work-from-home income while I get more settled. It will also help fund my blogging habit, which will be nice, until my other online income really kicks in.
It seemed like, not a dream, but a much more distant reality, this whole working online thing. I didn’t see just how close I was to achieving my goal until I was practically at this point here, one foot over the line. I knew this was what I wanted, and I knew I was reaching out in the right directions, as well as building all the relevant skills.
I’ve been working on this particular skill-set for a few years now. It all really started, for whatever reason, after I had that fall. That really was my line-in-the-sand moment; after it, everything changed. It was at that time that I got really in to the idea of starting a blog. A few years later and well, here we are. I would never have believed you, had you told me back then, that I’d be sitting here today. So, knowing now just how malleable our situations are, I’m totally open to believing that a few years again from now, things could be just about however I imagine them.
Imagining things like having the time and income to just focus on my art, or to travel, write, and focus on my passions… it’s suddenly all very possible. All the ideas I have floating around my head can become reality. I can finally focus on the community art projects I want to run without worrying that it won’t be profitable, now it doesn’t have to be. I can spend time making music and art with my friends, without worrying that I should be spending the time in a more practical way. I’d be free from my time being equatable to a wage, which is a burden I will happily live without.
For a while, I did believe all this sort of thing to be too good to be true. Now, I know it’s too good not to be true. It’s too good for me not to make it happen. I wouldn’t be able to just sit back and let these opportunities roll by; it’s too much in my nature to work at a goal until I’ve achieved whatever I set my mind to.
Yet even at that, there’s nothing special about me that’s made all of this possible. I genuinely believe that anyone given the right mindset could do exactly what I’m doing, and I want other people to be doing this. I want to live in a world where we don’t have to slave away at jobs we hate. I want to see people creating, doing things with their life, and giving value to others in whatever way they choose. Lately I’ve been surrounded by people, totally ordinary people, who are on this same path to freedom and it’s massively helped change my outlook on things.
Until recently, I didn’t know anyone who made a living as a freelancer, or an artist, or a writer, blogger, photographer, or whatever else. I’ve had my eyes, and my mind, opened to a whole new game, and I am ready to play.