I quit my job.

Day 1 of unemployment. I'm seated at my desk, in my bedroom, eating goreng pisang with a sprinkling of chocolate rice (for the Dutch: Hagelslag) and grated parmesan from a pizza order some time ago. After spending almost 4 hours in a public hospital accompanying my dad for his 10-minute consultation, I think I deserve a treat.

I quit my "Big girl" corporate job for many reasons, mainly feeling jaded by the job and the current rhythm of everything in the world. I'm not some post-achievement professional done with the stresses of amassing large amounts of wealth realising that none of this mattered. I skipped the wealth bit and realised none of this matters. When I'm gone, none of this matters.

Of course, this is a privileged take, given that I still live with my family and don't have much financial responsibility besides my cats. I could walk away from everything and the people I love will be fine.

Waking up today was somewhat uncomfortable. It dawned on me that other than accompanying my dad to the hospital, there was nothing else on my agenda. It reminded me of Khe Hy's post about the stress of Time Freedom especially when you're used to a packed agenda.

Aside from time freedom, I had to reflect on my expenditure. I was going to live like a retiree, except I can't say "I don't need the money", because I do, in fact, need the money. I had to look at and trim the fat from my expenditure.

No more expensive takeaway coffees, no more overpriced takeaway food and more learning to cook, no more going to the movies and more learning to entertain myself on whatever is available on Netflix, no more buying books (AGH) and more borrowing them from the library.

There is probably more to be done, but those are some that I could think of at the moment.

Wish me luck, and hopefully, I catch something my big human brain can be entertained by.