The Unemployment Compensation
When I was twelve years old, I found a worn, black paperback book in my dad’s sock drawer. Yes, THAT kind of book. And being twelve years old, a lot of it didn’t make sense at the time.
But, eventually it did.
That’s the way of it with most things we aren’t ready for yet. We try to understand it the best we can, but until it’s actually our time, no amount of pre-adolescent want to is going to help move that sort of understanding along any faster than the universe deems fit.
However, in all my hindsight is 20/20 understanding of that paperback book, there were a few phrases my twelve-year-old self remembered better than others. One of those was a sub-chapter called, “The Unemployment Compensation”. Without going into much detail from the book, The Unemployment Compensation was the name given to one particularly unhurried tantric posture, best utilized by those who had nowhere to be, and were in even less of a hurry to get there. In other words, if all you have is time, you might as well spend that time doing something you love.
Well, I’m not twelve years old anymore. And a lot of things, in that book… and out… are a been there, done that proposition. But some things that once held only a single meaning can, when the time of understanding is right, take on a whole new meaning when it’s your time to understand.
Case in point, The Unemployment Compensation.
Four weeks from today I will, voluntarily, join the ranks of the unemployed. And while the idea of leisurely tantric activities can still make me react like a precocious twelve year old boy, the idea of suddenly having the time…the precious time… to occupy myself in the free pursuit of something I love is even more exciting.
Over the last couple of years, I’ve written two books, while working an average of 60 to 70 hours a week. Four weeks from today, I get 70 hours a week back in my life to do something I love.
And just so you know, like with all really good things, I’m taking a risk with this one. I have no new job lined up, no golden parachute retirement package, no Sugar Mama. I barely have any plans at all. I guess what I’m doing, in the truest spirit of the phrase is, trusting the knowing universe for the compensation. This doesn’t make me brilliant, and it doesn’t make me some brave pioneer. What it makes me is a scared shitless creative, hoping that the compensation is worth the adventure.
And a lot of it still doesn’t make sense.
But if it’s okay with you, I’d like to share that adventure with everyone.
So keep reading. I’ll keep writing.
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