What does 4 cents mean to me?
Have you ever had a goal, that seemed almost non-achievable? Something you always wanted, but never had the means or the ability to achieve, no matter how simple or difficult it was? That is why 4 cents is important to me.
Every little kid’s dream as a hockey player was to play in the NHL. At 10, as most kids do, I believed that I was good enough to make it. I was winning MVP trophies and championships in international tournaments in Canada every other week. I was a good hockey player. My talent and skill grew as I got older, as most do, but I mean, it REALLY grew by the time I was a super senior in college. I was conference goaltender of the year, 1st team all-conference and 2nd team all-region.
Once you hit a certain age you quickly realize that between exposure, politics and a plethora of other variables, the reality can diminish almost instantaneously. No, I wasn’t destined for the NHL. But that didn’t negate my talents. I could’ve played somewhere, but never did. I wanted to earn at least one paycheck playing the sport that I loved. I never made it there, despite the 50+ leagues throughout the world that would’ve allowed me to achieve that dream.
No, I wasn’t just bragging about my abilities, there was a point. That point is, I never made any money playing the sport that I loved, and I was very good at it. I had a dream and a goal that I wasn’t able to achieve, due to one circumstance or another.
I love to write, and I have been writing consistently strictly for enjoyment for the better part of the past 3 years now. I have written a movie, started another, I have written blog posts, pieces about local sports teams, and I have started to write a novel. The time and effort that I have put into my writing for enjoyment is a substantial amount.
Writing is different than hockey. Theoretically anyone can put pen to paper, or type words onto a computer, but not everyone can step onto a rink and play a full game of hockey, let alone at a competitive level.
Writing quickly became my new sport. I set the goal that I wanted to be a successful writer. Success, however, is in the eye of the beholder. Some will view success as likes on social media, some will view success on where their writing is published, and some will view success on how much their bank account is affected by their work. I view my success in the same way that I viewed hockey. I wanted to prove to myself that I could make it, and I could really do it.
“How I made $10k a month writing”
“Do you want to make $5k writing?”
“I make 6 figures a year just by writing”
These are not actual articles, but exaggerations of different titles that I have seen throughout Medium during my time here. And quite frankly, congratulations to you. You are able to make 10k a month, or 6 figures a year with your writing skills, and for that I commend you. This is not attainable for everyone unfortunately.
I keep coming back to this 4 cents thing, and if you have still stuck with me, I appreciate it. This is the most “from the heart” that I have been while writing in quite some time. I never thought that I would be excited to receive 4 cents, when it affords you almost nothing in today’s modern society. But this 4 cents means that I did it, I achieved my goal. I don’t care that it’s not 10k…okay that’s a lie I would 100% take 10k over 4 cents, but it means something much more to me than the dollar value.
This 4 cents means that someone, somewhere took the time to read what I had put into the world, and appreciated it and enjoyed it enough to read it from start to finish. Everyone’s version of success, or their success story varies. I view this as my success.
I was able to make money, no matter the amount, from doing what I love to do, writing. I had achieved my goal.
All those years of playing hockey, and being so talented, I wasn’t able to achieve making 1 cent from playing the game. I had to re-write my narrative and find another driving passion, and attempt to achieve the same goal that I set out when I was 10 years old. I wanted to make money doing something that I loved. It didn’t matter how much, that will come in time, it just matters that it was something.
In the end, 4 cents ended up meaning much more to me than I ever believed it could. I had set a goal that I wanted to achieve, and I achieved it. I have yet to set my next goal, but I will always remember and know that I was able to make any amount from being able to do something that I loved to do.