Day 2 of the search for a room to live in has taken an interesting turn. There's actually plenty of student-type living situations that don't involve the weird "I wanna put my feet in Jello then rub them on your face" stuff I was worried about.
I have a lead on a dog-loving vegan I know socially. She said she'd decrease the rent if I cleaned up dog poop from her backyard, clean her floors, and housesit.
There was an ad by a "very busy professional" who wants a 2-hour- a-day personal assistant in exchange for FREE rent. Hmmm.... I'm good at that stuff.
Then I met with a peer I know socially who has a very odd-shaped, room with a sloped ceiling. She was eager to rent me the $275-a- month room until she found out I was decreasing my expenses to become a full-time fiction author. Her response, "So...do you have money saved up when it doesn't work out?" Whoa. That caught me off guard.
Okay, other than it being $275 a month (I mean, that's pretty inexpensive), the point is to decrease my expenses, go full-time with the cool stuff, and have my bills be so low that I could odd-job-it if needed. I mean, where's the problem? I have a feeling this isn't the last of the, "Yeah, like that's going to happen" sentiment (not that I haven't heard this before...more like my whole life).
A few months ago, I was in Portland selling books at Wizard Con, a comic convention. The entire weekend embodied what the "come up" is all about. I stayed in a hostel for a few nights (the hosts were Tiger and Peacock—why wouldn't that be their names?) and on a buddy's couch the other nights. I learned and took public transit everywhere. I made new friends. I did a variety show and told stories about the entire trip. I took an Uber to the airport the night before my flight and the driver wanted a selfie with me. Then I slept at the airport. It was what the lifestyle is all about.
The evening of my last night, I met with an old friend for dinner. I hauled my weary self and my bags to downtown Portland. She's a sharp lady with a mind for finances and resourcefulness. Not to mention, a real cool person. At one point, our conversation went like this:
Me: I can't figure out why people have such a problem with risk-takers?
My wise peer: What do you mean?
Me: Whenever I tell someone I'm going to do something, they act funny and pretend like it can't be done. Sometimes the risk I'm talking about taking is already over.
My wise peer: Oh.
Me: Yeah, like, if I'm the one going through the suffering and the insecurity of the risk, why do they act funny? I can't figure it out.
My wise peer: Because deep down, people know that risk-takers will figure it out and make it work.
That conversation sums it up. People act funny around risk-takers because of how THEY feel about risk-taking. It has nothing to do with the risk-TAKER standing before them. Wise.