I haven’t written a post in a while. Instead, I have been cocooning myself in order to get used to all the changes in my life–moving to the suburbs, getting my name officially changed, quitting my job and starting a new part-time gig at a used book store.
When I feel like there’s too much going on, I hide in my cave.
So I have been hiding, except in my suburban apartment rather than a cave. It’s easy to hide in the suburbs. I can walk around my neighborhood and see no other soul walking at the same time. It’s eerie, but great for introverts.
But I have been writing a lot. Like, a lot. Just not for this blog. I felt like I wasn’t ready to announce my big idea–until now. I’m still not totally ready, but why not? It’s scary to put myself out there, but I’m going for it.
I am writing a book.
A book about success. A book about how screwed up I think our current definition of success is. And how unsustainable. How I believe if we don’t stop seeking high salaries, job promotions, new cars, and fast fashion, we aren’t going to make it through the next century.
My book will offer alternatives. New ways to define success and, along the way, lead more meaningful lives. I’ll draw from my journey quitting my job, deciding to pursue my passion rather than finding another place to work, and starting a new job at a used book store. I have learned a lot along the way.
Now on to the first step: Write a book proposal. Apparently this alone takes a year. So don’t expect my name on the shelf anytime soon. But eventually, it will be there. Wish me luck!
Until next time,