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By 5:22 PM , , , ,

I resigned this week.

It's no secret to my friends and colleagues (maybe even my bosses) that I've been desperate to leave my job for a while now. I wanted off this runaway train and into the arms of freedom... But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't find my way out.
I applied for obvious opportunities and not so obvious ones; and I wasn't being picky either. I interviewed for everything from creative director to oyster shucker. And every time I walked into Whole Foods, my gaze lingered on the chalkboard scribble of "now hiring" by the hand baskets. I'd think to myself, "they probably provide a rich medical package..." I can stack loaves of bread, no problem.

This is what one does when desperate, shoot randomly without aim. But before too long you've wasted all of your ammo and hit nothing. For whatever reason, things were off and life was determined to keep me shackled to my post for a little bit longer.

Then I went to Michigan.

After a week of hanging out with my dad in the woods by the lake, cooking, eating, writing, reading, playing piano, watching movies and thinking, I started to feel like myself again. He's an 82 year-old dude that does what he loves and loves what he does every day. He's busy, he's humble and he lives modestly, but has a very rich life. He doesn't answer to anyone but himself. Watching him every day gave me inordinate joy, and I couldn't wait another day to start doing the same.

Last week, when I was riding the elevator to go to a meeting, I knew with absolute certainty it was finally time to resign. Suddenly the shackles had come off.

Next week this time, I'll be working for myself.
And that is just the beginning.

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  1. Excellent move!
    Go ahead your way.
    (I'm writing this on iPad. I love this very much. I even able to write in Japanese.)

    Love you always, Papa

  2. Good for you, Kana!