I left a high paying job two weeks ago mid-project to start a start-up. I did it because each day in that cube I cared less and less about money and more and more about freedom. I spent the better part of the past two years making my company over 7.6 million in just six months, and actually much more over the full two years.

I needed to create and to be rewarded for my efforts fully. Everyone I know was against it, wife, family, and friends. Thought I was throwing away something they could only hope for. At the end of the day we live once I'd rather be poor and happy trying something I always wanted than stay in that cube always wondering.

What prompted my move so abruptly was interviewing a guy for a senior position. We asked him what his ideal job would be, and he gave an answer of doing his own business. He excused it as a dream because he has kids, and that's when I realized everyone I worked with had the same reason for not just doing it. That's when it snapped in me.

Week later I put in my notice. No jobs no nets to fall back onto. I actually worked on my own project last week and it was heaven. I have a meeting for a three month contract next week to feed my funds to continue this dream. Brother this has been the best two weeks of my life.