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It had been a full year where simply stepping into the office gave me an overwhelming feeling of heaviness and all-consuming dread. Monday through Friday, between the hours of 7 am and 4 pm, I felt completely dead inside. Suddenly, staying put for health insurance and a steady paycheck seemed like an entirely uneven exchange. So on that day, I set my quit date. I frantically texted the most trusted members of my inner circle, divulging my plan before I could grasp what a hugely challenging endeavor I had just committed myself to. I simply had an unavoidable need for freedom and a few freelance writing gigs with potential. I only had the intention to figure it out along the way. There was no plan B. Money seems far less important. After all, it was my compensation for turning over precious brainpower and the most substantial chunk of my waking hours. Even when I first thought about starting a business, my mind immediately went to the income potential for such an endeavor. I crunched numbers and visualized cashing checks bigger than the ones I was currently cashing. Then, as I dove deeper into establishing a life based on enjoyment rather than obligation, something strange happened: Feeling as if I was stuck in a never-ending cycle of loathing my day-to-day life was utterly exhausting, both for myself and those who had to endure my mood swings and bad attitude. My work was receiving my energy, and those I loved were receiving the short end of the stick. But when starting a business is mixed with establishing an overall well-balanced, intentional life, something magical happens. An improved demeanor means they are more likely to want me around in the first place. Life and work transition seamlessly. For me, there was a clear delineation. Happiness, passion and joy were left in whatever tropical location I was visiting, and obligation, work and an overwhelming feeling would be greeting me at the gate upon arrival. Now, my mind has deconstructed the brick barriers that separated my work life from my personal life. Sundays morph into Mondays with nearly as much ease as Fridays into Saturdays. Time is no longer the enemy. I used to hate time. I hated how it would creep at a mind-numbingly slow place between the hours of 1 pm and 4 pm. I hated how I had to request it, routinely counting how long it would take me to amass X amount of vacation days. I hated how weekends never contained enough time to make a dent in household tasks while still having fun. Time moves much faster now, regardless of the day of the week. Time and I now have a cohesive relationship built on mutual respect. I used to wake up at 5: Today, I woke up at 7: It turns out, guilt — especially the type born from the rules of traditional office life — dies hard. When I pound away at a project for a solid five hours and have a gloriously free afternoon stretched out in front of me, guilt rises up to greet me. There is nothing more valuable than that.
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