Musings of A Full-Timer

With writing as a side hustle

Saturday morning — the street void of cars and barely any human activity, here I stand, a sole contributor preparing to cross the road. Waiting for the bus to arrive, the question I have tried silencing for so long found its way up yet again, “Why do I have to work on Saturdays?”

Saturdays are usually the worst, knowing that majority of the world have already started their weekends. Yet at the crack of dawn, the sky barely lit and the world in its peaceful slumber, I am already awake.

Still feeling groggy from the late night yesterday where I hunched over my laptop on my sofa, typing away for another article, I braced myself up for yet another day of busy schedule ahead as I climbed up the steps of the bus that has now arrived in front of me.

Such is the story of my life.

How I envied those who left their job to become a full time writer and wondering when will I be next. The constant activities going on in my mind sometimes drains me and silenced my inspiration at times too.

For the most part, I am motivated. Especially when I see someone genuinely loving my writings, their sweet, sweet comments and the new followers — they fuel my passion. Times where I so badly want to get out of my job pushes me to carry on as well.

But if I were to be honest, I do not dislike my job. On the contrary, I actually enjoyed it — the human interaction, the challenges, the environment and the colleagues. That said however, they sometimes do not satisfy me the way writing does. I wonder who else understands this too?

When the day ends, I would hurry my way home just so that I can be reunited with my laptop once again.

The sound of my fingers tapping away on the keyboard are like melody to my ears, and the seeing of each word formed into a sentence and to a paragraph makes my heart leap in joy. There is no comparison to the satisfaction I have while I typed my evening away as I am in my full time job.

But time is ticking away… and I must seized every minute before I climb into the bed and get ready for the whole cycle once more.

But I must not give up.

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart

— William Wordsworth