I Made My First Dollar On Medium

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us. In fact, scheduling is a horrid way to put it. We just want to be together. That was easy when I was still a teacher. We both left home at 7 a.m. and got home tired and ready for hugs at 6 p.m. Dinner and movies would follow before we would collapse in each other's arms at around 10 p.m. Exhausted, happy but still poor despite all the work. But, that way of life isn’t supposed to last forever, no matter how sweet. It’s the part of the relationship you tell your kids about. And we want kids. Therefore, I need more money. Now, I’m not one of those people who insists on only having kids when everything is set up — rain or shine we will try for kids- but I do believe that if you have air in your lungs, you should explore every avenue to make sure they have a head start. My wife agrees with this and has graciously given me two years to make something happen. 2years is more than generous and I made a promise that if I can’t make my “side hustles” into a decent business, I’d go back into education. It’s still hard for her though. I wake at 6 and type as she goes to work. While she is about to sleep, I’m online with clients. It’s hard.Last night, my wife was down. I asked her what was wrong. She shrugged her shoulders. I approached her, cupped her tiny face, and said, “I know,” and she fell into my arms crying. I get it. This is different. This is tough. Normally, before bed, we watch a history documentary and fall asleep together. Last night, my wife wanted something different. She wanted me to read to her. “Which book?” “The first Game of Thrones, I want to know more about Ned because he reminds me of you,” — I hope she meant the honorable part and not the, well, if you know you know — “sure,” and with that she cuddled next to me as I read the prologue. I hadn’t read those books in years but after 7 pages, I hit my stride only to find

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her out cold, her cheek squished up against my shoulder. I kissed her forehead and turned off the lights as I placed the book on our bedside table. We slept deeply last night. It was the first time we ever read in bed together.This morning, I took a break from the keyboard and made my wee wife some coffee. We sat by the big window overlooking the Anatolian mountains and chatted. Soon, it was time for her to go to her 9–5 so she left me to get ready. For some reason, I felt compelled to check my Medium stats. I don’t know why as all I ever see are zeros. I opened and my heart dropped to the floor. I stood up, erect, like someone had electrocuted me, and started muttering loudly. My wife ran into the living room, holding her hairdryer asking what was wrong. “Love, I made a dollar. My piece on Medium made a dollar!” She bounced with joy before jumping into my arms.I don’t know if I’ll ever make another penny on Medium again but I’ll never forget the feeling of my first. Just a dollar, I know. But if I can make one, why not some more? It seems it’s possible. I’m only 2 months into my Medium journey, after all. I just need to keep writing and be patient and most importantly, grateful to those who read my work. To those who made it possible for me to make a buck in my sleep, I thank you. I think from now on I am going to read to my wife every night and make her coffee in the morning.Thanks for reading,Peter<a href="https://readmedium.com/i-earn-0-00-a-month-online-heres-how-i-do-it-98d8c349a6ed">The piece that gave me my first dollar.</a><h2 id="98c4">If you would like to buy me a coffee, you may do so here, but I will buy my wife’s favorite and give it to her tomorrow morning.</h2>Again, thank you for the support</article></body>

I Made My First Dollar On Medium

My Kitchen this morning at 6 am. Photo by Danny Howe on Unsplash

This new schedule is killing my marriage. Well, not really, but it has been an adjustment. Three months ago, I hollered sayonara to my reliable job at the fancy school. The one I had been working at for eight years. Why? Because of my wife. Don’t worry, it’s not really because of her, so to speak, but she was and always will be my inspiration. You see, while the regular salary was welcome and my hours set, working in the fancy school had left me filled with regrets. Regrets like, spending half my 20’s teaching and early 30’s looking for a way out. My wife gave me the courage and will to back myself and go for it.

How did my wife inspire me? She didn’t have to do much actually. She just had to be. Looking into her innocent and beautiful eyes was all the motivation I needed. I wanted to supply her with a house with a garden where our kids could play. Such a dream was impossible when I was working at the school. I was making enough from my private clients to afford my apartment rent so why not go for it? I knew it was time to leave when I realized quitting my job wouldn’t impact my financial situation too drastically — a depressing realization after 8 years of servitude and success — so I quit and started writing as well as continuing with my private clients.

Scheduling love is important to us. In fact, scheduling is a horrid way to put it. We just want to be together. That was easy when I was still a teacher. We both left home at 7 a.m. and got home tired and ready for hugs at 6 p.m. Dinner and movies would follow before we would collapse in each other's arms at around 10 p.m. Exhausted, happy but still poor despite all the work. But, that way of life isn’t supposed to last forever, no matter how sweet. It’s the part of the relationship you tell your kids about. And we want kids. Therefore, I need more money. Now, I’m not one of those people who insists on only having kids when everything is set up — rain or shine we will try for kids- but I do believe that if you have air in your lungs, you should explore every avenue to make sure they have a head start. My wife agrees with this and has graciously given me two years to make something happen. 2years is more than generous and I made a promise that if I can’t make my “side hustles” into a decent business, I’d go back into education. It’s still hard for her though. I wake at 6 and type as she goes to work. While she is about to sleep, I’m online with clients. It’s hard.

Last night, my wife was down. I asked her what was wrong. She shrugged her shoulders. I approached her, cupped her tiny face, and said, “I know,” and she fell into my arms crying. I get it. This is different. This is tough. Normally, before bed, we watch a history documentary and fall asleep together. Last night, my wife wanted something different. She wanted me to read to her. “Which book?” “The first Game of Thrones, I want to know more about Ned because he reminds me of you,” — I hope she meant the honorable part and not the, well, if you know you know — “sure,” and with that she cuddled next to me as I read the prologue. I hadn’t read those books in years but after 7 pages, I hit my stride only to find her out cold, her cheek squished up against my shoulder. I kissed her forehead and turned off the lights as I placed the book on our bedside table. We slept deeply last night. It was the first time we ever read in bed together.

This morning, I took a break from the keyboard and made my wee wife some coffee. We sat by the big window overlooking the Anatolian mountains and chatted. Soon, it was time for her to go to her 9–5 so she left me to get ready. For some reason, I felt compelled to check my Medium stats. I don’t know why as all I ever see are zeros. I opened and my heart dropped to the floor. I stood up, erect, like someone had electrocuted me, and started muttering loudly. My wife ran into the living room, holding her hairdryer asking what was wrong. “Love, I made a dollar. My piece on Medium made a dollar!” She bounced with joy before jumping into my arms.

I don’t know if I’ll ever make another penny on Medium again but I’ll never forget the feeling of my first. Just a dollar, I know. But if I can make one, why not some more? It seems it’s possible. I’m only 2 months into my Medium journey, after all. I just need to keep writing and be patient and most importantly, grateful to those who read my work. To those who made it possible for me to make a buck in my sleep, I thank you. I think from now on I am going to read to my wife every night and make her coffee in the morning.

Thanks for reading,

Peter