I work from home. People tell me how lucky I am to have found such a perfect thing. After all, it pays relatively well, I get to (sort of) choose my own hours and it's not hard work.
It's medical billing, though. And not just any kind of medical billing, the kind where I get to call insurance companies all day and find out where the docs' monies are. A lot of times, the docs were already paid and cashed the check. How they lost track of all that money and how it happens time and time, again, just blows my mind. A lot of times, they "never received the bill". I could go on, but what it comes down to is it's either extremely boring or really frustrating. Sometimes both. I certainly do not love it.
So, as I've been going through a lot of things in my brain, lately, this has come to mind quite a bit. Why keep doing what I don't love? I'm not the major bread-winner, in our home. My funds are needed, but not so very desperately.
Read: I am not quitting my job because I don't like it. My dad taught me better than that. I will continue with it for the foreseeable future.
However. I do want to do something I love.
So
I stepped out of my comfort zone. I applied to be a copywriter.
"How is that stepping out of your comfort zone? That's what you do - and you're good at it!" is what my husband said when I told him.
The only writing experience I have is my blogs. I won't be surprised if I don't get the gig.
The point is I did it... I took that step. And I'm going to keep taking steps in that direction until I've accomplished what I'm setting out to do. I want to be a writer. In particular, a ghostwriter. I love love love people and have a flair for the written word - what better thing than to combine the two?
You never know how many diems you have left to carpe, so there's no time like the present to do something that makes you happy.
