For the past year, I've been hinting at a career change, and today I received the news that change has finally arrived. As of this coming January (three weeks from now— oh my gosh!), I'll no longer have a full-time job. I'll have two part-time jobs. During part of my week, I'll pursue my children's literary works, and hopefully, boost school visits. During the other part of the week, I'll work part-time at the newspaper, three days per week. I won't have any weekends, but as it is, I don't have weekends anyway.
This morning, I woke up in a panic. By lunch, my nerves hadn't calmed, and my heart was sloshing around so haphazardly, I couldn't even get in a workout. So I shot off an email to my boss and my bosses boss, asking if there was any turning back. As soon as I hit the send button, I was overcome with a tremendous sense of peace. I don't know why. I mean, I didn't really want to turn back and honestly, I knew it was too late to turn back.
With my licensing projects and books to illustrate already under contract (four books so far), I'll more than make up for any lost income. When I got into work, I explained that I was OK, and happy with what's been offered to me. And I've been all giddy ever since.