After the brief spurt last November where I vowed to quit my job over a period of 130 days, a few key things happened: 1. I moved out of the concrete jungle and into a much smaller "up-and-coming" city with Mr. J (cutting down my living expenses in half for a loft that makes my… Continue reading Confessions of a complacent cog.
A few short years ago, my idea of freedom would have been similar to Adam's: the ability to strap on a backpack and travel the world. Today, my idea of freedom has more defined roots: a career I am passionate about with unlimited income potential; the ability to support my hypothetical future family. A home… Continue reading T-minus 127 days: What does freedom mean to you?
...and in the "Career aspirations" section of my biography, one word glares back at me from the glossy page: Princess. Well then. No wonder I'm feeling so horribly unfulfilled.