He was standing on the threshold. The line that divided the safety of his home and the outside world. He couldn’t take another day of drudgery, painful interactions with his miserably boring colleagues, another day of monotony, another day of work.
Sometimes he wanted to run away. Just leave everything behind, his car, his house, his wife and kids–to start anew. A world of adventure and his wildest fantasies called out to him. A call that was almost always bogged down by reality rearing its ugly head at 7 am every day via the alarm clock.
But today was different. It was his day and he was going to seize it. He could feel it in his gut. Turning around, he went back inside, took off his tie, changed into his shorts, declared to his wife and kids that he was quitting his job, and went back to bed.
For six months, His feelings fluctuated between ecstasy, dread and worry. Some days were beautiful–he would play with the children, read, soak up the sun, spend quality time with his wife, and more. And some days were just miserable, he would worry when his wife asked him about his future plans, he dreaded meeting his friends who still had jobs, and his dwindling savings account scared him the most. Gradually, he realised he wasn’t at peace despite turning his back on things that gave him no pleasure.
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