When you put in your two weeks notice to focus on your art...
I just sent in my two weeks notice to my service job. Officially resigning from the service industry. Farewell to the late hours, entitled drunkards, bodily fluids, and flights.
Do I have a full time position lined up? No.
Is this tremendously scary? Oh hell yes!
But something is pushing me elsewhere.
So many of our previous guests have shared their hardening journeys through bartending and serving while pursuing their dreams. It's a rite of passage so to speak. The hours are flexible, food might be free, and the tips have great potential! However, when do you know when it's the right time to leave? To take a chance? To take that deep dive and see what happens?
For me, the time is now.
I haven't been cast in a huge IP film adaptation or a series regular on a booming stream. Nor do I have six to ten months of gig work lined up. This simply boils down to life being too short.
After chatting with Roger Ivens (Stranger Things), and listening to his boundless tales of adventure and spiritual opportunity, I felt more confident in the eight month plus bout of indecision about leaving my job. Picking up COVID and being bed-ridden for a week and a half also had a hand in this shift. Even sick, I was much happier sending in last minute tapes or self submitting to hundreds of breakdowns. And the funny thing is, things are picking up.
So here it is. I don't know what lies on the horizon, but damn does it feel good to be free on a Friday night!