The Moment I Knew It Was Time to Quit My Job

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Before I was writing and coaching full-time, I was a recruiter. I spent my days working for an agency that was the middle man between candidates looking for jobs and the Fortune 500 companies looking to hire them.


It was this job that taught me a lot about how to run the back-end of a business. Not only was I interviewing people every day, I was also helping with admin, management, and some basic accounting.

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I also had quite the internal struggle while I was working there. You see, I'd been blogging and building a name for myself as a writer on the side for some time. I'd say that the last year I was employed there I had this nagging little voice that said, "You should quit and pursue the blogging thing."


The voice was right, but my mind wasn't hearing any of it. After all, what if I failed? I knew first hand how hard it was to find employment when you haven't had a "real job" for a while because I saw candidates go through it all the time.

Not only that but if I wanted a better job I had a database of positions with Fortune 500 companies in front of me every day. It would have been easy to get any of those. And I wouldn't have to worry about stuff like paying for my own health insurance or a 401(k) match.


Although my heart was saying "Leave!" my brain was saying "Don't be an idiot. You know first hand how hard things are out there."

And then it hit me.

The economy had changed forever

One day, while I was doing my usual work, I realized the economy was never going to go back to how it was prior to 2008.


Companies weren't suddenly going to start giving people more money.

They weren't going to give people more flexibility with their time.

The gig economy was already starting to take shape. I had blogger friends quitting day jobs left and right, so I knew the money was out there for people who were willing to take the risk.

And, ultimately, working for a corporate company from 8 to 6 (or longer) every day for the next 30 years sounded like a drag. I would have much rather made financial sacrifices in exchange for my autonomy and I had the means to do it.


The moment I finally put all these things together was the moment I put in my notice. That was back in 2013 and I haven't looked back since.