I have never been averse to taking risks. Having said that, I must admit there are facts about my life I have never really shared with others, for I fear public judgment. I nevertheless believe that I shall soon be willing to share my stories, and that divulging the darkest days and secrets of my life, including my rock bottoms, would be the biggest risk I would be taking.
Be that as it may, let me answer the question point-blank. I have only recently quit a well-paying job to focus on my web journal, globaldespatch.com. As someone who is deeply interested in philosophy and poetry, I shall be sharing my poems on my journal, besides posting the interviews I have done and will be doing with indie authors.
I am not sure whether I will be able to financially support my family by running the website, and I am not wanting to look for jobs at the moment. After all, why would I, a passionate writer, not want to work for myself? I like what I do, and being an entrepreneur makes me feel free, at least emotionally and professionally. I do not need to report to anyone or be reprimanded for making mistakes, right? I can always correct myself.
So, how did it work out? I am yet to figure that out. In 2020, I did manage to make money by being consistent in running my blog, but those days were different. Remember Covid? It is almost as if we all have forgotten those days. But those days remain etched in my memory like a leaf unwilling to leave its branch on a sunny autumn morning.
Oh, I so wish I could compose a sestina as I write this to express my thoughts, for I love the form, but I believe a sonnet would be able to capture my thoughts in a concise manner. I wish you would not judge the meter! Here I go:
You ask me what risk lately I did take,
and I trust my answer you will sure like;
you know now there's money and more at stake,
but you may well not give this post a like.
I wish to know what risk does mean to peeps
like us, who are to journey fast from birth
to death, not knowing if unholy deeds
can take away joy, peace, gladness, and mirth.
I will love what I do, do what's loved,
and writing is my passion, I shall say;
don't ask why I left jobs that had me gloved,
for the answer to that will with me stay.
Let me take risks as much as you do, mate,
for joy may rise although cash is at stake.