Being let go back in 2017 after four years with a company was devastating. It was also one of the best things to ever happen to me.

I hated that job. I’d wanted a new one for a long time, but couldn’t find the will to job hunt when I was working 50+ hour weeks.

I spent six months searching after my layoff, stressing out as my bank account dwindled, but I started freelancing, downgraded my apartment, and basically set myself up for the perfect situation I’d need a year and a half later. But I also didn’t starve or sleep on the street. I learned that I could rely on myself to provide.

The next job was wonderful, but ultimately I was still unhappy. I didn’t want to be a slave to phone calls and demos, the desires of my employee. I ended up quitting spur of the moment, and made the choice to not go back to work. I literally gave up my life 2018, became nomadic, and have mostly freelanced ever since. I took a part time remote job when the pandemic hit, to provide a more steady source of income, but I did so out of choice — not because I didn’t trust my ability to find it elsewhere.

It’s a wonderful lesson to have learned at the fairly young age of 30

Sassy+Loving. Scientific+Spiritual. Nomadic. Always sincere, often wry. Hopefully romantic. Polymath.