4 weeks ago I moved to a city I didn’t know with no job lined up. I had $1500 to my name and only 6 months of traditional work experience under my belt.
A lot of my friends thought I was insane. “That’s so risky! How could you do that?” they asked. My response was always, “Why not? I’m not happy with my lifestyle as it is now. And what have I really got to lose anyway?”
For some reason, whenever we want to make a major change in our lives (like quitting a job or moving to a new city), we have a tendency to envision the worst case scenario, compare that to our current situation, and then never end up making the changes necessary to really be happy.
The problem is that we altogether fail to consider what we stand to gain by taking the risk. We rarely stop to envision the amazing work opportunities that are out there if we would just quit that job already. We don’t realize that there are a bunch of interesting people who could teach us a thing or two, if only we had the courage to go out and find them. All we focus on is the picture of having to dumpster dive at the sketchy McDonalds just off the interstate in order to survive after a well-intentioned decision went sour.
The reality is that with great risk comes the opportunity for great reward. If you invested in Bitcoin back in 2013, you’re doing pretty well right now. You took a risk and it paid off.
However, there’s a significant difference between investing in Bitcoin before it was cool and packing up and moving to a new city. Investing in Bitcoin is ultimately a bet on something you have no control over. Choosing to move to a new city, on the other hand, is a bet on your own ability to be successful.
You’re betting on yourself when you quit your job before finding the right alternative. You’re saying, “This doesn’t work for me, but I’m going to find something that does. I bet my current standard of living on it. I bet I’m better than this.”
What are we so scared of?
Why is it so hard to up-and-leave the job we hate? Why don’t we sell everything we own and hop on a plane to backpack through Southeast Asia? Why can’t we shake that “hobo behind McDonalds” scenario out of our heads?