I just finished running a quick work errand before I headed back to the office and I see a girl walking on the street with her Lululemon yoga mat in one hand and a cold-pressed juice in the other.
My exact thoughts, “It’s 11 in the fucking morning… does she not have a job? I bet she’s heading home right now to make herself a post-workout avocado on toast.”
I need her job.
The scene I just described to you happened to me about half a year ago. No joke, and was one of the moments that made me realize that I needed to leave my 9-5. Let me just start off by saying that I didn’t hate my job. I loved my job but I needed a change in environment and more growth because it started to feel like the same shit, different pile.