On June 14, 2018… I — Rachael — quit my cushy 9-to-5 office job.
And I am never, ever going back.
There were many reasons I quit. My boss was a nice guy, but largely unavailable and never made me feel like a valued part of the team. I liked the work. It was challenging. But my immediate manager often required me to push the line as far as my personal code of ethics was concerned. I just couldn’t make myself “drink the corporate Kool Aid,” as it were.
But mostly, I hated not living life on my own terms.
I know people are generally sick of hearing millennials whine. But the difference is, I’m willing to work my ass off to earn my freedom — every single day of the week. I don’t feel entitled to freedom, just because I paid for a ridiculously expensive piece of paper from a university. I don’t think anyone should just give me the life I want because I know how to use Twitter and an iPhone.
I get up at 6 am, Sunday to Sunday, and I WORK. It’s amazing what you can accomplish when you just DO IT… when you ask for help… and take the time to learn what you need to know.
The good news is, I did the math. I figured out freedom is a lot cheaper than what most people think.
Living life on my own terms doesn’t mean being lazy, binge-watching Billions and playing poker online all day. (Sure, it happens on a rainy Saturday… I am human after all.)
The way I want to live my life simply doesn’t lend itself to how a 9 to 5, corporate office works. I would bet most people’s lives don’t.
I would also bet most people are too insecure to live life on their own terms.
I don’t mean they aren’t confident. I mean they are not
I get up at 6 am, I work out, I eat right.
In fact, when I don’t have to spend up to two hours of my day getting ready, driving to work,
My life simply doesn’t lend itself to how a 9 to 5 works.
I’m a professional writer and marketer. I work best from 6am to about 1 or 2 pm
And that’s why I wasn’t scared to quit. I will bet on myself any day of the week and twice on Sunday.
The thing is, this is actually the second time I’ve quit an office job and sworn to never, ever go back.
People always tell me, “You’re so lucky!”
Maybe I am.
Maybe I’m lucky that I’ve taken the risks I’ve taken… like choosing not to get a job out of college.
I’m definitely lucky to have been born in America, to my parents, in the age of the Internet.
But beyond sucking out on that particular river…
I’m not lucky. I work very, very hard… and I take calculated risks that most people wouldn’t even dream of.
That might sound arrogant, but I don’t mean it to be. It doesn’t always work out for me.