I had finally achieved my dreams. I went to a top-tier university and was graduating with a job in hand to one of the Big 4 accounting firms. On top of that, I had just won a scholarship for a $3,000 CPA course. Within a year I would have my CPA license and be headed down a path of success and prosperity.

Life was golden, I was about to be making $54,000/yr. at the age of 22 and it would probably only be going up from there. I had achieved what I set out to do and what my parents had always taught me was best, yet at the same time, there was a nagging feeling that something was not right.

But how could that be? It made no sense at all. I had achieved everything I said I would, so I ignored it.

I set out to begin my long career as an accountant. I showed up for my first day of full-time employment bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Shortly after a bit of initial training, I began to be assigned to projects. In what seemed like no time at all, the work began to feel dull and monotonous and it became very clear that the people that had recruited me and wined and dined me during my internship really didn’t give a crap about me at all.

It was all just a ploy. I was just another robot in their drone army. I cost them X and they billed me out to the client at Y and pocketed the difference. Their top priority was to get home to the spouse and kids while doing as little work as possible.

It didn’t matter how long I had to slave to allow them to bring home the biggest profit possible. On top of that, they wanted to feel good about the fact that I had the raw end of the deal.

The fakeness was sickening.

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As if it wasn’t clear enough that I had signed up to be a cog in a profit machine, one day I received an email from management. All the employees go the same email and it was on MLK Jr. day. It read something like this:

“We will honor the memory of MLK Jr., a man who worked so tirelessly towards his mission to better humanity, by working as hard as he did and therefore we celebrate Mr. King by making this a ‘day on’.”

What a crock!!!

I’d rather they sent no email at all, that would’ve gone over better. They must have thought we were really stupid. A “day on” in honor of MLK Jr….. riiiiiiiight. Why don’t you just call it what it really is? A “day on” to further line the partner’s pockets. Please spare me the “day on in honor of” BS.

This whole time the nagging thoughts and feelings had been ever-present and they were growing stronger and louder. It’s events like that email that made the thoughts so loud they were practically deafening. And these types of things happened often.

I came to learn that this was the ‘entrepreneurial itch’. I was an entrepreneur at heart and here I had pigeonholed myself into a career that was totally misaligned with my true self.

So I ditched that life and this is what I do now. If you want to ditch a fulfilling career to then you