Today I quit my full-time job. Immediately afterwards my hands were trembling and then I felt a little bit sick. When an involuntary whoop came out of my mouth, I thought: yup. This is the right thing to do.
My word count is going up, slowly but surely. Yeah, I've scared myself into writing. If I didn't sit down and write today then I'm never going to do it, am I?! And those 500 word chunks do make a difference. As will quitting this job, for better or for worse. Right now I believe it's worth taking the financial risk for the potential life reward. Doesn't mean it's not scary, but that's ok.
"Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage"
– Anais Nin