Maybe The Dream Is Free, But The Hustle Is Sold Separately

My grandpa: so you have a degree in religion, did something-something with computers for a while and now you’re opening an art gallery? Yup – that pretty much sums up the last 14 odd years of my life. I left my comfy corporate downtown job to pursue my passion in photography. For the time being that is, because nothing is permanent, not even dreams or passions. But since the worst regrets always tend to be for things you didn’t do, I decided to give it a serious shot at the very least. So all of a sudden I went from being a celebrated “management consultant” (I imagined they threw a party whenever I left a project) to “artist”. No need to wear a suit, or shave, on most days. It’s all been more or less inspired by a feeling gnawing at my insides for years, and then put into action by a book called “The Escape Manifesto”. The executive summary: I read it in two days, and left full-time corporate employment the third.

So now I’m an “artist” they say. I’m still not sure what that means exa…