Diary of a future rentier (43)

My latest little health concerns will have had the immense merit of opening my eyes. I have, for far too long already, done what they wanted me to do. School, studies, job... during my entire school and professional life I have been articulated in all directions like a puppet on a string.

Even though I never had the chance to have a real vocation, since I was a child I had a strong taste for electronics and computers. Also quite young, I began to take an interest in finance.

Despite this, I didn't do an apprenticeship in electronics because my mother thought it wasn't good enough for me. I had to study. So when I started talking about economics, my mother strongly encouraged me to choose another path, for reasons I still don't know today. In the end, I ended up doing a shitty degree, because I had absolutely no idea what else I could do.

Later, when I wanted to return to my first love, it was already too late. I was lost. So I tinkered, figuratively speaking. I got myself into a shitty job, trying as best I could to add a few touches of finance and IT here and there. Without much conviction, and without great results.

So, would it have been different if I had stood my ground when I was younger and continued on the paths that tickled me? No doubt, it would have been easier. No doubt, the straw that broke the camel's back wouldn't have broken the camel's back so quickly. But ultimately, with my personality INTJ, I wouldn't have been able to last much longer as a simple employee anyway. Or else it would have really needed working conditions that offered monstrous autonomy.

Today, through this blog, I have an activity that offers me everything I have always dreamed of: IT, finance, independence and even writing, which I developed a taste for later.

This time I will not let the train pass me by again. I will gradually disengage from the professional world, emotionally first, intellectually then and financially to finish. As I have already mentioned, in eight years at the latest, this whole circus will be over.

Tick, tock, tick, tock...