It’s hard to understand how excited I am.
I’m getting paid to do what I love. It was something I had always heard other people do and thought that it would always belong in that other realm.
All I wanted to do was travel and write in my journal about it. How could you ever get paid to do that?
I’m working harder than ever before and making only just enough to stay at home. Actually I still have to subsidise it with a day of teaching here or there.
But despite not breaking wealth records at the moment, I still feel like I am earning a million bucks.
My heart is singing, “It’s my life,” harder and faster than Bon Jovi ever could.
I could earn way more money teaching , but I would never be as happy … ever.
$330 a day teaching could get anyone excited. Me, not at all. The phone rings of a morning asking me to come into work and my stomach keels over in pain and my heart deflates a little. If I know a few days before that a day of teaching is coming up then I feel sick and dread it for days.
This is no way to live a life. This is why I have been fighting every day for the last two years so I could create my own space and get paid to do what I love. To be honest, I never thought it would happen and I don’t know how it did. Pure magic.
Every day when I wake up and know that I am doing what I love I feel so wealthy.
Money is so important, but at the end of the day what matters is how you are spending your limited hours on earth earning that money.
How do you want it to make you feel? Empty, miserable. Or do you want to feel invincible and free simply because you are spending your days doing what you love?
I’ve earned lots of money before, but nothing has ever tasted sweeter than the money that comes from you creating and doing what you love. I would be just as excited if I was paid 5 cents.
Although, I wouldn’t take it, because I am worth so much more.
My recent freelance writing job with Village Voices has shown me just what I am capable of, what doors might open up now as a result, and what you can do if you really set your mind on something.
And trust me, I started this journey thinking that my writing was crap and no one would ever read it. (I still do most of the time)
Are you getting paid to do what you love?