Dominus
JUB Addict
- Joined
- Dec 9, 2017
- Posts
- 5,542
- Reaction score
- 605
- Points
- 113
At first I decided against making this post. I am fully aware it sounds like bragging. But what the hell, I don't really care what other people think of me anymore.
A few years back I quit my job and started my own rental business with the goal of financial independence, meaning not dependent on a job to live. The journey has been really hard. There's a stumbling block at every turn of the way. Even lost my husband on the way. Have made so much sacrifices.
Now that I'm here, I'm finding myself having a big empty hole that is killing me. I wake up in the morning not having a purpose. No more job to go to. And since the rental business is mostly passive income, I'm finding myself not really having anything significant or fulfilling to do.
I've tried to fill in this hole with various activities. For example, I've biked over 200 miles in the last couple weeks. I'm working out at the gym with practically no time limit. I've caught 3 ant queens and setting up habitats to start up ant colonies. I've been driving my truck further and further out to no-where just to explore. I've done projects to improve my rentals. I'm really trying hard to keep myself busy. And I'm doing things that I want to and when I want to.
But I am slipping away from a sense of fulfillment instead of going towards it.
Back when I was an engineer and construction manager, everyday I had something to look forward to. There were days when I worked up to 16 hours a day. Seemed like nothing but work work work work. And yet, deep down I never had this hole in me. I dreamt of being financially independent. I dreamt about wearing shorts and tank tops (and flip flops) everywhere I go. Including meetings and whatnot.
Now that I actually wear shorts, tanktop, and flip flops to everywhere including business meetings (fuck you if it offends you I don't care), I should be happy. I should be ecstatic that I don't have anyone to answer to. But I'm not. I'm feeling miserable.
And for some goddamn reason, I still get panic attacks for not having a job. It's been so ingrained into me that I need a job in order to live.
Did I eff up my life by quitting my career and go down the path of FI?
I know that most people would kill to be in my position. I used to be like that, too. Why am I not happy? Why am I having panic attacks for not having a job? What the hell is wrong with me?
A few years back I quit my job and started my own rental business with the goal of financial independence, meaning not dependent on a job to live. The journey has been really hard. There's a stumbling block at every turn of the way. Even lost my husband on the way. Have made so much sacrifices.
Now that I'm here, I'm finding myself having a big empty hole that is killing me. I wake up in the morning not having a purpose. No more job to go to. And since the rental business is mostly passive income, I'm finding myself not really having anything significant or fulfilling to do.
I've tried to fill in this hole with various activities. For example, I've biked over 200 miles in the last couple weeks. I'm working out at the gym with practically no time limit. I've caught 3 ant queens and setting up habitats to start up ant colonies. I've been driving my truck further and further out to no-where just to explore. I've done projects to improve my rentals. I'm really trying hard to keep myself busy. And I'm doing things that I want to and when I want to.
But I am slipping away from a sense of fulfillment instead of going towards it.
Back when I was an engineer and construction manager, everyday I had something to look forward to. There were days when I worked up to 16 hours a day. Seemed like nothing but work work work work. And yet, deep down I never had this hole in me. I dreamt of being financially independent. I dreamt about wearing shorts and tank tops (and flip flops) everywhere I go. Including meetings and whatnot.
Now that I actually wear shorts, tanktop, and flip flops to everywhere including business meetings (fuck you if it offends you I don't care), I should be happy. I should be ecstatic that I don't have anyone to answer to. But I'm not. I'm feeling miserable.
And for some goddamn reason, I still get panic attacks for not having a job. It's been so ingrained into me that I need a job in order to live.
Did I eff up my life by quitting my career and go down the path of FI?
I know that most people would kill to be in my position. I used to be like that, too. Why am I not happy? Why am I having panic attacks for not having a job? What the hell is wrong with me?

