A friend of mine has this theory that most of the human population adheres to the 9 am – 5 pm daily grind out of a sense of necessary punishment. In other words, we are committed to spending time we don’t want to spend working in a place we don’t want to work doing something we don’t want to do because that’s how we pay our bills… That’s how we survive.
I, like many others, fell into this trap. I worked a job for two years because I was afraid that if I left, I would lose my rent money, my health insurance, my 401k and therefore, my peace of mind… My question to myself, and to so many others, is what kind of life are we living if the majority of our time is spent doing something we don’t want to do? Was my mind really at peace when I dreaded having to get out of bed in the morning, counted the hours of every workday, and dreamed of the vacation days that I somehow never ending up taking anyway? Pretty obvious answer… No.
So I finally did it, I quit my job.
This past Tuesday, somewhere between waking up and reporting to work, I made the resolute decision that it was time to leave. I walked into my boss’s office, gave notice, and sat down at my desk with elation and excitement electrocuting every inch of my body. And I came back to life.
So hi. My name is Alex, and over the next few months, maybe years, I anticipate a good deal of volatility, some really fabulous life experiences, and many moments of paralyzing fear. Most of all, I look forward to learning to live life on my own terms and with my eyes wide open… most of the time.