I Gave Two Weeks Notice To Adulting
I finally got into the groove of freelancing, paying for bills and luxuries when shit hit the fan. A major client fell through and my services were no longer needed. I got the news four days before I turned the big 3-0.
Although I wasn’t thrilled going into seasoned adulthood without a steady paycheck, I did what any rational adult would do, I booked a trip of a lifetime to Cuba. No new client or job prospects.
When I told the news to an executive on the team, our exchange was simple.
“I don’t know what’s up with you millennials not thinking you need a paycheck,” she said.
“If a short trip to Cuba is going to break me financially, I was never good, to begin with. Besides it’s not like I’m going to find another contractor job in a week.” I responded.
“Enjoy, take pictures."
With that, I decided to put responsibility on hold and throw caution to the wind. This is 30 and I had an opportunity to leave my life temporarily behind and go on a journey. I wanted to learn something, I wanted to experience a new culture. I wanted to get a new perspective and figure out what I want to do next.
So I decided to give adulting a two weeks notice and go to Cuba. VIVA LA CUBA.