Five years ago, I quit my job.
I was 29.
I was still young.
Five years later, I don’t feel so young anymore.
I’m about halfway to my death.
Maybe a little less, but still halfway there.
All around me, it seems that other people have their lives together by this point.
I had my life together five years ago.
I lived in a fashionable part of New York City.
I could afford to live in New York City.
I had a job that was fulfilling as an educator.
Loved my coworkers.
Loved my students.
Loved my bosses.
Fuck, I loved my bosses. How rare is that?
And I threw it all away.
Am I a gigantic idiot?
Or a genius?
Neither, most likely, although depending on the day I might reply differently.
Whether I’ll succeed or fail is still to be determined.
But I won’t rest until I’ve traversed the entirety of this path.
Since I quit my job, I don’t know if I can say my life has been good or bad.
But it’s been interesting.
And all over the place.
I helped Empire State NORML organize a protest to legalize cannabis.
I moved to rural Pennsylvania and started getting my poetry and short stories published in literary magazines.
I delved into filmmaking and acting, immersing myself in the cinematic scene of DuBois, Pennsylvania, only to leave two and a half months later after quitting a third-shift job at a local Best Western.
My boss there was nice too.
But cats and roommates are up from 8:00 AM to 4:00 PM.
And sleep is important.
So bye-bye, DuBois.
I got involved in a startup seeking to combat Nazi art theft.
The lead on that one lost her visa.
And helped program an iOS app.
The lead on that one died of cancer.
I met the love of my life
And for three years since
Have been writing screenplays
Five of them, to date
All in need of editing
A heart infusion
And readable action lines.
Cowrote a book
With a partner
Commuting back and forth
From New York to Baltimore
Neither place home
Neither place not
We just landed a contract
With a UK-based publisher.
And operated a business
Providing resumes, cover letters, and LinkedIn profile upgrades
Career counseling, network strategizing, and more
For job seekers
It’s called MyCareerHacker.com
We’re really good.
But questions remain
Will people be touched by my screenplays?
Will they find them intriguing?
Will my contacts who promised to connect me with an agent do so?
Will I be able to sell or option a script, or just get work in LA?
And is it worth it to move to LA to write X-Men 15?
Will the unicorn book get people to reimagine what’s important in life and what isn’t?
Will our publisher be able to strike deals with other publishers in India and China?
Will people read a book that’s not on a Big 5?
How can I market my business?
Isn’t it odd that I run a business getting people jobs when I don’t want to have one of my own?
How can people’s lives change for the better after working with MyCareerHacker?
And what’s next?
What’s next if the screenplays are a success
And the book is a success
And the business is a success?
After being in a war for five years, emotionally fatigued
And on the point of exhaustion near constantly
What do I have left in the tank for an encore?
Should I just pack it up and move to Montana
If I can convince the lady?
Maybe New Mexico or Alaska?
Or should I go bigger and bolder?
What is the future?
And can my experience impact others
Or will it scare them to death?
I have no answers, only questions.
But I promise to document this journey
Whereever the hell it may lead.
I hope you’ll read on
Whether you’re scared to death
And if you’re on a similar path
Let me know
Because this road is a lonely one
But it’s the road we’re on.
Crazy, yeah maybe.
Idiot, yeah maybe.
Genius, yeah maybe.
We’ll see the truth when the journey is complete.