Spork in the Road
If you’re one of those humans who is debating whether the risk of wondering “what if” later in life because you didn’t do the thing outweighs the potential logistical “what if’s” of actually doing the thing, then this story is for you.
There is that moment in time that feels oddly lucky, where everything in your life suddenly changes once you’ve made the leap to do the thing.
In my own experience, it’s not something that happens the very second you decide you’re going to do the thing. It’s not even like it’s some spectacular firework moment either that announces itself loud and clear.
And that’s where I think most people get frustrated.
Because it can take weeks, even months, for it to feel like something is happening after you’ve committed to doing the thing.
But once it happens, it’s like a switch has been flipped on and shit actually starts to make sense.
Like maybe… just maybe… you weren’t totally crazy for deciding to do the thing after all.
I am an oddly lucky human, and this is one of those times.
Three months ago, I gave up what would usually make sense to most people: the $60k a year job with crazy health and 401k benefits (and free tickets to Disneyland!!!) a house with insanely cheap rent in Los Angeles complete with a 1000sqft vegetable garden, six chickens, a basement studio partially renovated into a kitchen TV set for a half baked YouTube series, the best possible sunrise view of the San Gabriel Mountains and sunset view of the City of Angels, almost everything I owned, and an extraordinarily well curated collection of “food people” in the greater L.A. area in exchange for… the unknown.
“Why are you doing this?”
“I don’t really know.” I’d say. “But it feels right. And I know that I need to do this if I’m going to do whatever comes next.”
More than a few people thought I had lost it.
On several occasions, I wondered if maybe they were right.
And, to be honest?
Were I given the option to go back and make the same decisions, from where I currently sit…
I’d do it a hundred times over again, without question.
Because “the unknown” is magic.
It’s getting paid to learn and play and grow.
It’s having the opportunity to spring out of bed at sunrise with a smile, knowing you’re going to spend another day doing exactly what you love.
It’s the most insanely wonderful thing ever, and everyone should attempt to experience this at least once in their lives, no matter how much they feel like they have to “give up” to get there.
Because the truth of the matter is… it’s not really giving up.
It’s just making enough space for what you truly want.
What’s holding you back?
For me, making space meant getting rid of all the “stuff” that needed my attention daily, so I could feel free to travel without fear of my “things” not getting proper care.
Before I made space, I had enough “things” to fill a large moving truck.
Today, practically all of my things can fit into a VW Jetta.
And for the next three months, I’ll be living out of a backpack.
So I’m here to tell you this:
Whatever moves you the most.
Whatever you spend every moment of your free time obsessing over.
Do the thing.
Whatever feels like “just a hobby.”
Can be done “as a job.”
You can make it happen,
exactly how you imagine it to be.
Every specific detail.
But it won’t be easy.
No one is going to hand it to you.
How much you love doing something is directly proportional to winning.
And daily practice is the only way to win.
You need to be passionately curious.
You need to never stop learning.
You need to know yourself well.
You need to have measurable output.
You need to ask for what you need.
And then you need to do the work.
“Do what you’ll love, and you’ll never work another day in your life.”
I don’t think that saying is entirely true… but I do think that you’ll be happier and work a lot harder at your job if you actually love doing it.
(Plus, there are far worse ways to attempt to pay off your student loans than making someone else’s summer more delicious, no?)