Bet on Yourself

Submitted into Contest #89 in response to: Start your story with a character taking a leap of faith.... view prompt

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Inspirational Fiction

1 April 2021


I quit my job today. Everybody I told about it thought it was an April Fools’ Day prank. I mean why would anyone in their right mind quit a high-paying corporate job that involved travel to places around the world, the opportunity to work with the best minds in Data Science, a diverse team comprising individuals from six countries and a supportive and understanding boss? And I just say, it’s really hard to explain.


Would they understand if I explained that corporate life is not for me? Why not, they’d ask in bewilderment.


Because I’ve known, I’ve always known, that all I want to be is a writer. I want to write meaningful and entertaining stories that readers enjoy and remember and talk about. I want to write stories that touch people, that make them think and maybe, just maybe if I do my job right, change them a little bit.


While I do not deny that there’s common wisdom in what my parents say about the importance of financial independence and security, about savings and investments, I also believe we’ve each been given one life and it passes by in the blink of an eye. People die every day. Two of my classmates died before they reached their twenty-fifth birthday. Life is unpredictable and there are no guarantees in life. What if I were to die a month from now? Would I continue wasting my time doing meaningless work that doesn’t inspire or rejuvenate me? If I had a year to live, what changes would I make in my life? Firstly, I would cut out the thing that takes up the biggest chunk of my waking up time — my job that I don’t hate, but I’m kind of settling for it when I know I’d rather do something else with my time.


And that’s what I’ve done today.



20 April 2021


Things are becoming real now. I only have ten days left at my job and my boss let it slip during our conversation that I can still retract my resignation if I want to. Has he sensed my fear and hesitation?


This month’s paycheck is the last one I’ll be getting for a long time. It freaks me out sometimes. Each night of last week, I woke up in the middle of the night worrying about my finances even though I have a solid financial plan. Minimise my expenses and live off my savings, which will last me two years if I spend my money judiciously. Everything comes at a price and I’m willing to make the necessary sacrifices to give myself the longest period to make my dream of writing for a living come true. The what-if question always comes knocking at my mind’s door, but I do not entertain it.

My mother keeps telling me I’m making a big mistake. How many people want to be writers and how many of them actually make a living through writing, she asked. Her point is valid, I know. The odds are against me. But if people made decisions merely based on odds, there’d be no writers or painters or actors in the world. Everyone would sit at their comfortable desks in their air-conditioned offices and make PowerPoint presentations for clients who do not read them. It’s a relief that Chris supports me. He’s always so supportive and understanding of all my decisions even though we’ve been together for just three months.


Most people go through their lives not even knowing what their passion is. They like skiing and cooking and scuba-diving and drawing and music, but they have no single passion. Nothing they immerse themselves in so completely and exclusively that they lose track of time, their family and friends, the state of the world, or the air-conditioning that’s not working or the meal they haven’t eaten or the sleep they have skipped or the pain in their wrist from typing for six hours or the strain on their eyes from looking at the laptop screen for way too long.


I’m not one of them.



1 May 2021


Today is the first day of my new life. I have exactly two years in which to make my dream of becoming a writer (and writing for a living) come true. I am so stoked about my new life. It’s time to make my dreams come true. Hooray!!!



15 May 2021


Two weeks flew by without much progress on the writing front. But that’s okay. I’m organizing my life so that I can manage my finances better while I pursue the writing life. I’ve moved in with Ashley and Marie, and we’re sharing the rent on the three-bedroom apartment. It feels weird having to share my home with somebody else, but that’s okay. It’s just temporary — until I make it as a writer.

It was really hard to give up my Honda car key, but it had to be done. The maintenance cost was too high and I won’t need it anyway — no more one-hour commute to the office anymore. Two hours saved every day. Yay! I’m just going to use public transport, like everyone else.


I’ve also cancelled my Netflix subscription because I’m a full-time writer and I don’t need distractions like TV shows and movies while I create my own masterpiece. I’ve also cancelled my gym membership and received the refund. I’m just going to run around the block, like everyone else. My family won’t be expecting any big gifts this Christmas, so that’s a relief. All the cooking lessons I took on YouTube are now going to pay off as I start cooking my own meals. Healthy and cost-effective. I can’t believe how much more I can accommodate in my life now that I don’t have to work ten hours a day at a job I don’t love. This is the way to live! Woo-hoo!



12 July 2021


I’ve outlined my novel and now I’m about to begin the first draft. It’s all so exciting! Things are going so well I don’t want to jinx it. I’ve lost nine pounds — most of the extra weight I gained while working over the past year. My daily twenty-minute morning meditation is helping me remain calm in stressful situations and become a more positive person, which in turn is helping me channelize my energy into my writing.


If I go at the speed I think I can, I’ll have my first draft ready by late January! My book could be published by July next year! Oh my God! Holding a copy of my novel in my hands and burying my nose into its pages will be divine. I can’t wait for it to happen.



25 August 2021


Chris and I had a huge row about yesterday’s party. A) He invited people I don’t even know to the party even though we’d agreed on the guest list beforehand B) these unknown people trashed our house and I was left alone to clean up the mess today because Chris was, as usual, sleeping till noon and the house had to be cleaned before Ashley returned this morning or she would’ve had a heart attack and kicked me out of the house C) when I talked to him about it, he blamed me for throwing a lame party that had only three snacks and just one type of whisky. I reminded him the party was his idea and I was pretty much against it since the beginning and only went along with it because he so desperately wanted to party. Now we’re not talking and my bank balance is depleted by $280 buying food and drinks for people I don’t even know. I’m so mad right now I can’t even look at my laptop.



8 September 2021


So, Chris was cheating on me. It was the blonde in the green sequined dress he invited to the party who couldn’t stop laughing at his stupid jokes and touching his arm each time she laughed. I should’ve seen this coming. His behaviour over the past few months has been bizarre and inconsistent and downright disrespectful at times. But then, he was also sensitive and understanding and supportive at other times. To complicate matters, I loved him. I still do. But I have to let him go because he clearly didn’t love me.


Argghhh! My writing schedule is completely wrecked and I’m off track by at least four weeks! 



2 November 2021


When I quit my job, I hadn’t factored in the people element I might miss once I become a full-time writer. Living alone in the city away from one’s family is hard. At least before, I had friends and a boyfriend I could hang out with on most evenings. In the office, I was surrounded by people the whole day. I didn’t love my work, but I enjoyed working with people from diverse backgrounds and talking about our different, and yet similar, life experiences. Now, I feel like I have no one. My roommates are busy with their lives. The only person I talk to daily is the old man at the Cafe Soul counter, who gives me a toothless smile while handing me a Cappuccino each morning.


Stories are essentially about people and it’s hard to write about people when there’s little social interaction in one’s life. I could meet people I may get along with if I join a yoga class (I’ve always wanted to learn yoga), but it’s going to cost me dollars I can’t afford at the moment. I’m not buying any new books for the same reason, just renting them from the library. I can’t buy myself a new dress or a new pair of shoes when I’m feeling low because I can’t afford them. Before, I had the money to buy whatever I wanted to buy but no time to enjoy those things and now, I have all the time in the world but no money to buy anything. It’s frustrating.



22 December 2021


The holiday season is here but the holiday spirit is missing. I’m going home tomorrow, but frankly, I don’t look forward to it. Mom keeps badgering me to update my LinkedIn profile and start looking for a job. Cathy’s got an 80% hike on switching companies and I’m happy for her. I just don’t look forward to being compared to her, again. She’s the golden girl, the perfect child any parents could hope for. A straight A’s student, an obedient daughter, a lively person with lots of friends, and now a bride-to-be. There’s so much to celebrate this holiday, but none of it, not even a tiny nugget, is about me.


I’m nowhere close to finishing my first draft. Right now, I’m dragging through the midpoint. Yes, dragging because I’m able to write less than 300-words a day. I’m not happy with most of what I write and it goes into the bin. Sometimes in the middle of the night, I stay awake wondering if I can do it, whether I have the chops to pull it off. The dreaded question keeps coming up again and again — have I made a huge mistake?


The economy sucks and getting a job in this market is not going to be easy. I might have to settle for something comparable to what I started out with three years ago. Wait. Why am I even thinking about getting a job? I’m going to finish what I started and it’s going to be my best work. I’m going to do it. Yes!



26 February 2022


I’ve spent the last couple of weeks in bed recovering from the injury I sustained while jogging. My ankle is much better now but all the painkillers make me sleepy all the time. I haven’t been able to write much. I haven’t done much of anything at all, actually. Time is just slipping through my fingers like grains of sand and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. My birthday is coming up next week. I’m going to be a twenty-eight-year-old unemployed, overweight, single woman with acne and little savings. I have nothing to look forward to.



12 March 2022


My cousin passed away yesterday. Sam was only thirty-five years old, a seemingly healthy man. He suffered a cardiac arrest and was dead before his family even realized what was happening. No noticeable warning signs whatsoever. My heart breaks for his three-year-old daughter — she’s been asking for her Daddy non-stop.


At the end of the day, death is the one great equalizer, the inevitable final destination. And yet, we never think about death consciously. Others’ deaths – yes, we think about it and even wish it for our worst enemies, sometimes. But our own deaths? Never! We live our lives like we have forever to go. We fill our bodies with junk food and alcohol and cigarettes and drugs and pump our minds with negativity and laziness and anger and fear that slowly but surely nudge us towards our end.


What if I have little time left? What if I don’t have the luxury to die at the ripe old age of ninety-two surrounded by my children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren? What if I don’t have my whole life to make it big as a successful bestselling author of seventy books? What if I die tomorrow or next week or next month or next year without leaving any kind of impact in the world, not even a single published novel to my name? Would the regret be more painful than death?



20 March 2022


Over the past few days, I picked up speed on my manuscript. I have a daily goal of 3000 words, which I aim to complete in three hours. Yes, I’m writing only for three hours daily and that is enough. I need the rest of the day to focus on my physical and mental health, and my relationships.


I’ve decided to spend at least two hours outdoors every day — coffee with friends, walking around the block, at the park, talking to random strangers. Twice a week, I’ll take the bus to one of the tourist spots in the city, either the library or the museum or the city market or the amusement park, any place I can meet and observe people. I also enrolled to volunteer at the Evergreen Home for the Elderly once a week. I think those who’ve lived long lives have the most tales to tell and I’ll be there to listen attentively to anything they have to say.


I’m going to make things with my hands. I’ve picked up some spare stuff from home — just chart papers and acrylic colours and fancy buttons and clay dough and my old gardening tools. I’m going to help the gardener who works in our apartment premises, a little patch of land that I’ll maintain, with permission of course.


I’m no longer obsessing over my diet — what to eat and what not to eat, when to eat, how much to eat. I’m just going to focus on exercising and eating homemade food only when I’m hungry and I think I’ll be okay.


I’ve downloaded an online dating app that my friend Katie told me about. She met David on this app and she swears it’s great. I might give it a try, maybe.


My goal chart is hanging on my wall and if I spend each day like I spent today (meeting all my goals and avoiding the not-to-do’s), I’ll be okay.



13 August 2022


I finished my manuscript today. Woo-hoo!



5 December 2028


I found this old journal of mine today. It was fascinating to read about my journey from a corporate employee to a full-time successful writer of six published novels with two movie deals under my belt. 


I realize none of it would have happened if I hadn’t trusted myself when nobody else believed I could make it as a writer or if I lacked the will to make it happen or if I gave up after my first manuscript was rejected by twenty-seven publishers or if I took to heart the one-star review I received on my first novel or if I succumbed to the social pressure of holding onto a traditional career or if I was dishonest with myself about what I really wanted to do with my life or if I was willing to settle for mediocrity for the sake of comfort or if I allowed myself to be blinded by the fear of not being good enough or if I allowed myself to give up at any point in the journey.


If there’s one thing I’m going to teach my children about life, it is this:


Bet on yourself and the whole world will follow. 

April 13, 2021 10:02

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78 comments

Mia Mathew
15:11 Apr 17, 2021

You've managed to write very honest and complicated emotions one feels when they turn to writing. Great message at the end as well.

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Kanika G
11:48 Apr 18, 2021

Thank you, Mia. I'm so happy you enjoyed the story. :)

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Keith B.
21:54 Apr 15, 2021

Thank you for sharing such a honest story! Just a reminder we as writers are not alone and many of us go through the same/similar things. Well done, keep writing! When you get the chance I hope you read my other stories as well. Thanks Have a good day Kanika!

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Kanika G
08:17 Apr 16, 2021

Thanks Keith. I'm glad the story resonated with you :) I will check out your other stories soon.

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Kanika G
08:17 Apr 16, 2021

Thanks Keith. I'm glad the story resonated with you :) I will check out your other stories soon.

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Kanika G
08:18 Apr 16, 2021

Have a great day!

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Keith B.
04:56 May 29, 2021

U 2

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Tessa Takzikab
21:09 Apr 14, 2021

Nice! This story clearly depicts how a person has to have self confidence and shouldn't waste life on things that aren't worth it to them. I did see one little mistake: "My cousin passed away yesterday... My heart breaks for my three-year-old niece — she’s been asking for Daddy non-stop." - a cousin's child is a cousin once removed. A niece is the child of your sister or brother. Other than that, great work!

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Kanika G
02:45 Apr 15, 2021

Thank you, Tessa. I'm glad you enjoyed the story and thanks for pointing out what you liked about it as well as the critique. I really appreciate it. :)

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Ruth Smith
18:33 Apr 14, 2021

Awesome story!

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Kanika G
03:23 Apr 15, 2021

Thanks so much, Ruth! :)

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Debra Sue Brice
17:29 Apr 13, 2021

I enjoyed reading this story. It is what so many writers seem to go through - the frustrations and disappointments that can so many times take us away from our passion of writing. Great read!

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Kanika G
10:28 Apr 14, 2021

Thank you so much, Debra! :) I'm so happy you liked the story.

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Gerald Daniels
15:44 Apr 13, 2021

Great story. Is there a hint of yourself in there somewhere? Super.

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Kanika G
10:30 Apr 14, 2021

Thank you, Gerald! :) I'm glad you liked the story. And yes, it does have a LITTLE bit of me in the main character.

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Kanika G
10:31 Apr 14, 2021

Good observation!

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Prafulla Vyas
15:18 Apr 13, 2021

Loved your story, thought provoking and insightful. Loved the title!

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Kanika G
10:33 Apr 14, 2021

Thank you, Prafulla! :) I'm really happy you liked the story. I did give some thought to the title and chose it after rejecting some cliches that came to mind.

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R. B. Leyland
14:48 Apr 13, 2021

Really liked this one. It highlights thoughts that I know i'm currently having trying to write and work at the same time. Great job! One TINY criticism, in the last big paragraph, maybe break it up a little? Seems a very long time without a pause. But good work!

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Kanika G
10:37 Apr 14, 2021

Hey Ben! Thank you for your feedback and appreciation. I'm glad you liked the story. :) I was really hoping somebody would tell me that the thoughts of the main character mirror their thoughts. I've also been going through something similar, which prompted me to write this story when I read the prompt. Thank you for stopping by!

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R. B. Leyland
15:08 Apr 14, 2021

Balancing your life with writing is HARD. Not everybody can afford to take the leap like your main character, so trying to fit it in around everything else is crazy. It seems we're on the same page :D Any relation to Nainika by the way?

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Kanika G
02:35 Apr 15, 2021

Yup, that's right. And we are kind of on the same page :) No relation to Nainika. I hear the similarity in the sound of our names.

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R. B. Leyland
04:53 Apr 15, 2021

And the last name is the same too, small world :D

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Kanika G
05:13 Apr 15, 2021

Yes, small world. :) And you're an early riser! So am I or at least I try to be. I've also been guilty of checking Reedsy the first thing after waking up.

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Kendall Defoe
13:22 Apr 13, 2021

Well done! I really enjoyed the pacing of it and the constant sense of doubt and joy in the character's thoughts.

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Kanika G
14:22 Apr 13, 2021

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed the story. Thanks for pointing out what you liked about it :)

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Eric Hyzer
13:00 Apr 13, 2021

Very well written and engaging work.

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Kanika G
14:23 Apr 13, 2021

Thank you! I'm happy to know you liked the story.

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Zelda C. Thorne
10:44 Apr 13, 2021

I enjoyed this. Great idea using diary entries. Very realistic how her personal life kept interfering with her writing. And a happy ending, yay! 🙂

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Kanika G
11:09 Apr 13, 2021

Thank you, Rachel. Very kind of you. I'm glad you enjoyed the story :) I was wondering whether to keep it an open-ending but I think that would've left the reader frustrated. So I chose an ending and it was a happy one. 😊

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