I Quit My 6-Figure Job to Find Freedom
And I’m scared as hell
It’s been exactly two months since I walked through the exit turnstile of my Corporate America Sugar Daddy (aka my employer) for the last time. As I sauntered out the building (because that’s what one does when they’re being bold with their life — they saunter), I felt light and giddy. Like a seven-year-old on the eve of her first Disney World trip.
I also felt ill-equipped, scared as hell, and slightly manic. All things that should be expected of someone who has only a shell of a plan for her post-salaried life outside the walls of Corporate America and divergent from the script of a typical 30-something.
For my entire adult life, my goal was simple: I want to be able to work from a coffee shop. Blame being a Millennial, my Mercurial sign of Gemini or my position as youngest in my familial unit — but I’ve always equated “success” with “freedom.” And in my mind, having the option to work from a coffee shop meant I got to schedule my days and not fully answer to anyone.
In 2018, I heard the term “creative entrepreneur” for the first time and I realized it summed up exactly what I strived to become. I could build a business around creative writing, freelance marketing, and wellness and spirituality.
