September 21, 2016
Why I Quit my $120k Job to Travel the World
If I were to sit down and write a list of the things that define success, I’d stack up pretty well. Dream job, a loving boyfriend, financial freedom, good health and a roof over my head.
Many would agree that I have no cause for complaint, yet every day I wake up feeling uneasy. This discontent runs deep into my soul and it can only be described as a constant feeling of displacement.
Every day starts the same. My alarm goes off and I hit snooze. This happens three times until I drag my broken-tired-self out of bed and into the bathroom- to try and fashion myself into a presentable human being. 40 minutes later, I’m on the train in a crowd of other corporate zombies. 15-minutes later and I’m at my desk, large almond latte in hand, mentally convincing myself that I am exactly where I need to be- I am ‘successful’.