2012 was the year of my awakening. It finally dawned on me it's not worth it. It's not worth getting up every morning 5 days a week, commuting into London to perform a job I didn't enjoy, amongst people whose company I mostly didn't appreciate.
Why did I do it? I didn't have much money left over at the end of the month. My life was driving a fairly crappy car, enjoying the weekends with my friends and paying my mortgage.
Mortgage (Death-Pledge). Is this why I have to perform the daily grind with little to show? It certainly seemed that way. Council tax, insurance, utilities, mortgage, service charge; it seemed never ending. What a good little way to keep everyone incentivised to 'work harder', indebt everybody so you have no choice.
I sold my flat. Then, since I no longer really had any outgoings, I quit my job too.
Fuck that shit
I worked for myself from now on.