Today is the 10-year anniversary of the day I quit my job.
More accurately, it’s the 10-year anniversary of my last day of employment. Exactly 10 years ago today, on April 4, 2008, I finished my final day as a salaried employee.
I have never been employed by someone else since.
The notion that 10 years have passed since that fateful day sounds crazy. Ten years isn’t that long. It’s one-third of a 30-year mortgage.
But volumes have filled the cavernous space between April 4, 2008 and April 4, 2018.
When I quit, I didn’t have any concept of financial independence. I had no intention of staying out of the workforce permanently. I assumed I’d quit for two years, enjoy a mini-retirement, and then find a job again.
I didn’t realize that once I had a taste of unemployment, the thought of returning to office life seemed unbearable.
Here’s the backstory: