I Quit My Podcast Content Writing Job Last Month, Now What?
As shivers ran down my spine, I knew I had to do it. Maybe it was the fear of never finding something again that held me off so long, but I did it. I knew that with my chronic condition, there was little hope of continuing to work there. I was a content writer for a podcasting company.
No, it wasn’t as awesome as you thought. The funny thing is, I went in loving podcasts, and now I would rather cut my arm off than listen to one. I guess it may have been too much of a good thing.
But I had to quit. At times I felt I was paid too little for all the work I had to do, and other times it felt the complete opposite. You see, it was a balancing act.
Was I worth it?
“Obviously!” I would tell myself. “Of course, you are worth it and a bag of salt.” I weighed my serious decisions in salt like they did back them over a thousand years ago. Maybe it made me seem more serious. If it were not worth its weight in salt, then I would let it pass by. This job was not worth its weight in salt.
It’s a fickle feeling, now that I think back to how far I have come. They were kind. Kinder than any company I have ever worked in. When my chronic condition became too severe for the job, my load lessened. When it was manageable, I took on more work; sometimes, I was given it without volunteering beyond my current workload. But they were so kind till the end; I think that’s what kept me there. The kindness they showed me as they listened to my ideas and led meetings made me feel appreciated and comfortable.
But it wasn’t always good. They were like trying on new shoes and begging your feet to cooperate with you. It was probably me; I have an awkward streak a mile long and can’t seem to hide it for long.
I suppose one of the good things that came out of it was by the end, I had a good understanding of content marketing, and I got the chance to ghostwrite an article for Fast Company.
So now what?
Where do I go from here? That was and is the question I find myself dealing with now. I know I should keep writing, but how do I keep writing when I have yet to find another way to make a living. Should I submit to magazines or try to become a ghostwriter?
Either way, I have to keep going. I am still required to participate in this economy to pay my bills. If I am honest, I have no idea. I know that my writing isn’t bad, and I can communicate an idea with consistent thought. But that’s where I get scared; I don’t know how far I should shoot my shot. Will a three-pointer be possible? Or should I just get as close to the net to score a point?
I know I’m worried about a lot of things, but that is my nature. Here’s one thing I am sure of, I’ll keep writing and reading until I figure it out.
Because it’s better to have a weapon to fight a war than not having a weapon at all, and make no mistake about it, living is akin to fighting a battle, albeit your personal battle with your demons.
And that weapon might be worth its weight in salt one day.
