When I was a kid, I only had to put my hand on top of the hot stove once (when my mother wasn’t looking) to know that it hurt and it was not a very smart thing to do. The logic is quite simple and can be applied to everyday use. If something hurts, you should stop doing it. And that same reasoning led me to another truth. If you don’t like doing something, you shouldn’t do it anymore OR you should do it differently.
So…I quit my job.
I quit to write and travel and eat and explore and take photos and help others reclaim their independence.
I quit because I have more confidence in myself than I did in things changing from the way they were. I have no interest in dwelling on the past, but I must for a moment to point out the obvious that the majority of us fail to see. If you feel you’re underpaid, overworked and not truly appreciated, it’s likely that you are all those things. And I hate to break it to you, but honestly, it’s not going to change. And once I realized those facts, the decision was very simple. Now, don’t get me wrong, there are varying levels of disliking a job and many of those factors can be put up with. However, for me, I just woke up one morning and said enough was enough and once I had made that decision, it was just a matter of giving my notice.
The next question I asked myself was what I wanted. And while I believe the answer to that question is very fluid, I knew what I did not want. I did not want to replace one job that I don’t enjoy for another. I felt it was time to turn a very strong desire I had on a beach in Mexico back in 2007 into reality. I read the 4-Hour Workweek by Tim Ferriss and was captivated at what he was suggesting, although there were some points that I didn’t agree with. But still, it was counter to all the 9-5 norms that I had come to accept as unequivocal truths. While I have certainly romanticized that week with my feet in the sand, I knew it was something I wanted to explore further. And while it took me six years to get to this point, I am now here and ready to begin.
Now, I’m not oblivious to the fact that the real work has only just began. I am now without a guaranteed direct deposit every two weeks in my bank account. That is a very sobering fact, but thankfully a very motivating one. During this journey, I realized that money is not everything and I would happily trade dollars for freedom and doing what I want. And over the last few years, the one thing I have wanted to do is become a freelance writer. I’ve had this blog as an outlet but I felt stifled creatively and while I know that it will be chalked up by some as a lame excuse, it is the truth. I was often unable to get past the 60+ hour work weeks and feel like I had something creative to write and share, let alone getting past the thought that anyone would even want to read it.
I’m sure there will be moments of hesitation and doubt that will come back to haunt me as I put words down, but now is not that moment. I plan on writing about the things that mean something to me, the things I know and the things I want to explore. There will be things I will have to do to make ends meet (get your mind out of the gutter!) and I’ve accepted that but that’s all part of the process and it will simply be part of the narrative that I’m in the process of living and writing.
It won’t be easy, but no one said it would be. I’ve taken back what was always mine and that’s worth more than any job will pay me.