I left my job earlier this month, something I’ve kept quiet for several weeks. It was for a multitude of reasons, but the most pertinent for this discussion was this: a need for personal autonomy. In other words, I want to pick who I work for and what I give them.
And right now, I only want to work for myself.
I’m lucky. I have valuable skills, so I could get an office job if I wanted to. I had also saved some money, despite a minor financial crisis, so living a non-extravagant lifestyle I can survive for a few months. I’ve been downsizing. I’m selling things I don’t need or giving them away.
For the first time in years, I don’t know how I’ll be making a living in the immediate future. It’s terrifying … and liberating.
I’ve read more lately than I had several months prior. I’m writing again. I’m enjoying the quiet.
I realized I hadn’t kept in touch with many people I should have. It wasn’t anyone’s fault but mine. I was swept up in the events of my professional life that I rarely crawled out of that metaphorical cave to see the sunshine. I was very unhappy with myself, and it took a long time to figure that out.
I don’t know if I’ll work in an office again. Eventually my savings will run dry and I’ll need to pay the bills. But I want to work for myself for as long as possible, just to say that I tried.