I can still remember that cold January Monday like it was yesterday.
7AM rolled around fast…Too fast.
I felt like I had only just closed my eyes and it was already time to go to work 2 minutes later.
Fuck my Life, I thought to myself.
I showered, put my uncomfortable work clothes on, and headed out the door to start my daily commute on the clogged freeways of Phoenix, Arizona.
20 minutes later, I pulled into my parking space and felt a sudden feeling of impending doom.
I didn’t want to go in there and sit with all those people.
All those people that had no ambition.
Those people were shells of humans.
Those people were stuck in the Matrix and had yet to be unplugged.
Eventually, After many minutes of stalling, I finally opened my car door and began the long walk to my desk.
As I walked into the front doors of the office building, the familiar smell of 9-5 work flooded my nostrils.
You know what smell I’m talking about, right?
The smell of old carpet and people… The smell of slavery as far as I’m concerned.
A few minutes later I made it to my desk and turned my computer on.
My software systems booted up and I placed my headset on so that I could begin taking phone calls from eager customers.
However, instead of pressing the button on my phone that allowed me to accept phone calls like a good little worker bee, something different happened that day.
A revelation hit me like a ton of bricks.
Life was far too short to spend any more of my time doing things I didn’t want to do.
I really didn’t have to put myself through this torture day in and day out any longer if I didn’t want too.
Sure I had some bills to pay every month but, at this point, I just didn’t care anymore.
I had credit cards that could be used to get by for a few months as well as a bunch of meaningless stuff that I could sell on the internet.
If I still couldn’t find a way to make money after maxing out my credit cards and selling everything I own (minus my laptop and some clothes) I was fully prepared to live on the street.
That’s how desperate I was to escape the 9-5 life.
There Is No Such Thing As The Perfect Time
Instead of making excuses as to why I shouldn’t quit my job I simply looked at the big picture of life and took action.
I took my headset off, shut down my computer and walked out of that building for the last time without saying a word to anyone.
And here I sit typing away on my laptop a few years later, much happier and loving every day of my life.
Am I a rich man?
Do I have enough money to live comfortably without having to report to a soul-stealing 9-5 gig?
You see, everyone wants to make money without having a job but, nobody wants to take the leap of faith necessary to make that happen.
They are always waiting for the “perfect” time to make a move.
As soon as I pay this bill off.
As soon as I get my bonus from work.
As soon as I graduate.
As soon as I blah blah blah lame excuse.
Sorry friend but, the perfect time doesn’t exist.
Actually no… I take that back.
The perfect time is now!
Play It Safe And Lose Forever
People who always play it safe in life will forever be mediore.
If you never decide to take your life and happiness into your own hands, you will be doomed to living a life of quiet desperation.
When I decided to quit my job on a random Monday morning I had no idea how I would replace my income.
All I had was a computer, internet connection, and the knowledge that it was possible to make money online.
And guess what?
That’s all I needed.
Within a month I had income from freelance writing and I was able to feed myself and pay bills.
Did I have to work like hell and go through periods of extreme stress to get to that point?
Was one month of nervous uncertainty worth it?
Stop sleepwalking through life and take control.
Honestly, what’s the worst that can happen?
You fail and have to get another job?
Life is too short my friends.
Make the most of it.
From The Man Himself –