This is not a story of someone leaving google after some years, with tons of savings and an amazing network or something. I just worked for a small IT company in Marketing for almost two years.
It was my first “real” office job, after bartending and working in a camera store after university.

Now the job wasn’t all I was doing – I dabble in a few fields and get paid (more or less, usually less) in them: I work as a photographer, have an affiliate blog, build WordPress websites and such, so I’m not completely lost without employment. I never quite managed to go all-in on any project, though.

The problem with the job was that it didn’t align with my purpose, I didn’t feel like I’m going anywhere, and I didn’t feel like selling the services they provided to the people they dealt with brought humanity any further. The boss was wonderful, and there are some great people that come together there, but it’s not for me.

Honestly, I don’t even know what’s for me, but I am going to find out and this here is kind of my journal for the journey.
One thing I know (or think I do), is that I will only be happy when I’m self-employed. Another thing I know is that it’s extremely difficult for me.
I have a loooong list of business ideas and solutions mapped out, that part is hella fun to me, but I’ve always been afraid to actually commit to something and bring it past a certain point, which usually actually selling the solution.

Maybe I’ve been „playing business“ long enough and can finally make the move from Wantrepreneur to Entrepeneur ;). I sure hope so.
I feel I have to anyway since I’ve decided to stop living so many compromises. It’s been a chill ride so far. I am constantly plagued by the thought that there has „to be more“ to life than this, though. I am curious, I travel, I ask, I wonder, but I am also afraid of so much.

If you’re still reading my rambling – good on ye, mate. I am writing this down for two reasons: One, I want to journal this and record my thoughts, just to hopefully look back one day and lovingly say to myself „you foolish man“. Second, this might actually be interesting to some people.

I didn’t grow up poor, but I also don’t have rich parents who would help me out with a „small loan of a million dollars“. I don’t have a fantastic network from an ivy-league school. I don’t have extreme perseverance or drive. So I’m starting somewhere in the middle, and not retrospectively telling a story from the winner’s podium in retrospect.

If something happens, I might just be a few steps ahead of some of you, and still reachable, or inspiring. That is a concept I’ve always found interesting – learning from someone just a few steps ahead of me.
Anyway, back to the title – I quit my job and shit has to get real. Come along for the journey.