I’ve made a decision that embarrasses me.
A while back, I decided to try voiceover acting and embarked on a training program that ends in a demo recording. So far, the training has been fun, and my confidence in both my ability and my prospects has grown.
But it’s become clear that making even a little money requires considerable time—to complete training, identify demo scripts and practice daily. That just gets me to the demo. Then I need to create marketing materials, promote myself and continue to practice, practice, practice.
None of this is surprising, but fitting it all in has been more of a challenge than I expected. This is what happens when I make a commitment during the summer, when my afternoons aren’t gobbled up by my kids’ sports practices.
But the time constraint wouldn’t be enough to make me quit. This is: when I find myself with the rare extra hour, I’d rather spend it on other projects, including this blog and other writing projects that are percolating.
Voiceover work would be fun but not nearly as much fun as this blog has been. Not nearly
as much fun as being published in a magazine I actually want to read would be. Voiceover
gives me a little charge of happy, but the daily work of it feels like drudgery. Writing never feels like that, even when it’s a struggle.
So where’s the brave in quitting? Well, get out your microscopes and you might see the smidge of gumption it takes to change course when the course you’re on isn’t working, despite having already spent money on it. Despite the air of defeat surrounding any decision to quit.
A friend of the splendid Desi Valentine recently dubbed her considerable array of commitments “impossible.” Desi was having none of that. If you read Desi’s blog, you know that she is kickass in many ways.
Continuing with voiceover isn’t impossible, but my gut tells me that the stress of continuing outweighs the happy. So in this case, I’m ok with being a quitter.