Now I’ve gone and done it.
Yesterday, I submitted my resignation letter. Today I will submit the rental agreement for a beach house in a tiny Northern California coastal town, 25 miles of windy mountain road from civilization.
I am cashing out my 401k, which will give me ample finances for at least two months of fancy living.
Probably not the smartest move in the book but the idea has been frying on the back burner of my brain for the past three years and smells like bacon. Since the opportunity to do exactly what I have been thinking about has come along, I shall take the chance.
I am going to work in the evenings at the town’s local deli or restaurant or bar or campground and spend the mornings focusing on my current book project. The monthly expenses on the house can be covered with a part-time job, even at near minimum wage. I may only last the summer. Who knows.
I am willing to take the chance.
I’ve done crazier things.