I left The Rat Race — This Is What Happened

The Rat Race That never Ends — Image Created In Canva by The Author

Growing up. It was ingrained in me. The person who had the nicest house on the street, drove the best cars, and dined at the finest restaurants, was who you wanted to strive to be. For me, I wanted to be that person. I wanted to be Them, I wanted to be THAT PERSON, and nothing less was acceptable. I worked my ass off with everything I did, and I paid the price trying to live what is referred to as the American Dream. Yes even in Canada. The American Dream existed

I will admit and I know this. I am a high achiever. Everything I do. I want to do it to the best of my ability. I might not always be the best at the things I do. But, I will always give it my all. I also had the mindset of every time I succeeded in something. I always brought the people around me with me. It didn’t matter if they were co-workers, employees, friends, or family. When I moved up the ladder in life, so did they. I had the mindset that if it wasn’t for the people around me. I wouldn’t be in the position I was in.

When my business succeeded, so did my employees. They would receive random bonuses, every 6 months I would take 10% of the profits and distribute it to the employees. I would shut the business down for a day, treating them to various day excursions, their families included while paying them their normal wage.

Without my employees doing what they do. I wouldn’t be able to then in turn. Do what I do. It was always a team effort in my mind. I was no better than the lowest person in the company. To me, everyone is and will always be my equal

Having this mindset of I wanted to succeed when I was either working for a company as an employee or running my own business. Always put a target on my back. As soon as I started to achieve any form of success. People outside of my circle would gather around me, doing everything they could to take it away from me. To knock me off the ladder of life so they could then take my position on this ladder. But that is all part of living life in the rat race.

When I was in my early 30s. I started to realize I was living life like I was going around in a circle. With each passing year, this circle became smaller. Right in the center of this circle was a large trap, all primed and loaded to do just one thing. That was to take me out and put me…