I’m on the Edge, and Unapologetically Leaping
I recently declared:
No 9–5 in 2026.
Not “hopefully one day.”
Not “when the timing feels right.”
Just a bone-deep, spine-shaking decision:
No. More.
The Real Reason I Quit…
I’m done trading my freedom for a job that barely covers my bills.
Done exchanging my power for payslips that come with a side of burnout.
Done pretending I can build my dream in the 3-hour window between finishing a shift and collapsing into bed.
I know where my real life lives:
Slow mornings
Midweek flights
Barefoot boldness
Not laptop screens, shift rotas, spreadsheets, or asking for annual leave like I’m begging to breathe.
I mean…
47 weeks of work for 5 off?
And I’m meant to be grateful?
Fuck that.
What I Didn't Expect
The decision wouldn’t take a year.
It would take two weeks.
And it wouldn’t land when I felt “ready”
It would land when I felt done.
When it did?
It wasn’t a whisper. It wasn’t a cute nudge.
It wasn’t something I had to “journal through.”
It was my soul screaming:
“Leap. Now.”
Before the consistent income.
Before the plan felt “locked in.”
Before it made any logical sense.
Because deep down, I knew.
And I still know.
The Edge Is Real
I moved through it all:
– My family thinking I was crazy
– My therapist asking, “Are you sure?”
– Colleagues whispering, “What’s next?”
And I still jumped.
With a tax bill on my desk.
With no viral moment.
With no plan B.
Just a body full of fuck yes and a knowing that staying would cost me everything.
This Isn't a Pep Talk
This isn’t a cute post about “betting on yourself.”
It’s about sovereignty.
About that holy rage moment where you look around and think:
“If I stay here, I’ll forget who the fuck I am.”
I haven’t “made it.” Yet.
But I’ve made the decision.
And that’s its own kind of magic.
If You’re On the Edge Too...
I see you.
– Crying in the bathroom before your shift
– Aching before you clock in
– Writing notes in your phone on your break, praying it leads somewhere
– Begging for a sign, knowing full well you are the sign
Hell, maybe you’re like me, Resignation letter saved in your drafts.
Waiting for the moment you snap.
Let me say this clearly:
You don’t have to leap today.
But you can’t keep pretending you don’t hear her.
That voice that’s getting louder.
The one asking:
“What the actual fuck are we still doing here?”
Ready to Collapse Time Instead of Waiting?
What if you didn’t need to wait until it was “safe”?
What if you could start now, gently, powerfully, by becoming the woman who earns before the proof?
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This is not a strategy doc.
It’s a quantum leap in a blueprint.
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Final Thought
This isn’t the end of the story.
It’s the edge of a new one.
Not a hard pitch.
Just the invitation:
Watch me leap.
Then do it your way.
Because the women who unlock the cage?
They don’t play to not lose.
They play to fucking win.
