Before we left Toronto I met up with a girlfriend I knew back in my bartending days, G.
G was always one of my favourite girls to chill with, and even though we didn't see a lot of each other, I always knew when we did meet up we would spend most of our time laughing, girl talking and just being assholes together.
Needless to say I was pretty freakin' excited to see her once more before moving away.
After the excitement of seeing each other again calmed down and we got real, I could tell there was something different.
G worked a 9-5, she owned her own place, she had great friends, she made six figures…and she was miserable.
Within five minutes of her explaining her new promotion she had tears in her eyes. She hated her boss. Most of her coworkers were dickheads. She dreaded every day she had to be there. And she wanted better.
She yearned for more.
She craved freedom and damn well deserved happiness.
She didn't care about the money because the money was what was locking her in that misery.
So she quit and she did it without a backup plan. She took a stance. She set a standard for herself. And she put her happiness before her bank account.
Because that's the thing about money: it doesn't fucking matter how much you make if what you are doing isn't making you happy, giving you purpose or feeding your soul.
It's just money. There is an infinite amount out there just begging to be earned.
And you know what's even better? Once you align yourself with what it is that makes you happy, gives you freedom and fills you with purpose, you will make more of it than you ever could stuck behind that desk surrounded by 3 grey cubicle walls working for someone else.
Don't settle. Take action.
Give yourself some ‘me' time and think about what would make you truly happy work-wise.
Do you have a hobby you love or know a lot on a certain topic? Turn that into an affiliate site.
Do you have an idea for a digital product? Create it.
Do you want to make a physical product? Construct it.
Do you have a service to offer? Offer it.
Do you have a book in you? Write it.
Whatever you want to do, need to do or wish to do, just fucking do it.
Make the decision. Accept the risk. Take the first step.
Once you set that intention you will find a way to make it happen.
And remember (in the words of my fave femme, Marie Forleo) everything is figureoutable.
Screw the nine to five. Live the life you have imagined.