To quit a day job

I wonder what it takes to quit a day job...

A substantial pile of carry-over cash? A plan? An inheritance granted by some rich ancestor who has shuffled off this mortal coil? A steady source of alternative income? A parent's lounge to crash in until you find your feet?

Or is it simply stepping out of your comfort zone? Taking a chance? Trusting that God and life will make everything OK - or better than OK? Believing in your abilities and dreams and skills? Believing in your Self?

It's comfortable in a socially-acceptable rut, a day job. It's easy to accept paycheque after paycheque and endure the crap. It's routine and boring and ... safe.

I can sit here and make up a myriad of excuses. School fees, food, housing, future plans - they all need a steady income. I can say I'm not ready, I'm not marketable, I have to be responsible, I'm too scared. I could be missing out big-time, or I could be right.

Quitting takes a leap of faith, a willingness to be unsafe and unsure. A committment to give your all to making life happen, instead of waiting for it to pass.

I wonder if I have it in me.