I spent the last two years of my life improving my writing. I've worked with fabulous mentors, attended great lectures, and met friends I hope to stay in touch with the rest of my life. I've read a lot of books and written a lot of words. I've learned so much. But now I'm stepping off the metaphorical cliff of being a student and jumping into my future as an author.
And even though that's scary enough, I decided to dive head first and quit my job as a barista that I've worked while earning my masters. Now I'm basically unemployed with student loans kicking in after a few months. I should be freaking out.
But I'm not.
I'm allowing myself a few months to give my writing dreams all I've got. Eventually, I'll rejoin the real world, get a job again, and work my writing time in when I can. For now, I'm going to enjoy the chance to dedicate myself to writing. Hopefully, I can get an agent. Maybe even a book deal. Even if those things don't happen right away, at least I will know that I took a chance.
Carpe diem, eh? :-)