The Time I Thought Quitting Was the End


(Spoiler: It Was the Beginning)

There was a moment — let’s call it late 2012, shall we? — when I walked away from what most people would’ve clung to like a life raft: a government job, stability, a crisp ID badge that made me feel almost important.

And I quit. Just… quit.

Why? Because deep down, I knew staying meant stagnation. And while I may have made some questionable hair choices in my 30s, I never settled for stillness. It was terrifying, walking away from a system that was “safe.” But guess what? That step off the ledge wasn’t a fall — it was the world making space for me to fly awkwardly, wildly, purposefully.

People said I was impulsive. Maybe. But I call it intelligent discomfort. Because growth never comes in a padded swivel chair under fluorescent lights. It comes when you choose uncertainty on purpose.


I’m not afraid of walking away – I’m afraid of walking in circles.

So today, I don’t cling to comfort — I charge toward change. Not because I know exactly where I’m headed, but because I trust myself to build something better along the way. Direction, not destination.

Push through the hesitation, bulldoze the second-guessing, and move like the future is waiting for your next decision to begin.


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