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I jumped off the treadmill around Christmastime 2006, and haven't looked back. I was making close to 100k, but fucking miserable.
To be honest, I haven't made as much as my old 9 to 5 salary(YET), but I'm getting closer each year, and most importantly --- I get to maintain my sanity. Even working 24 hours in a day is like a vacation, because I can work in my underwear, take my dog to the river to play, go to Best Buy, do whatever the hell I want, as long as my deadlines are met.
I'm measuring success by those very things I just listed above, and as for the money, I think the sky's the limit for the earning potential in my field -- its just all about how crazy I'd like to drive myself.
Self employment is beautiful. I always said, "if I'm going to work for an asshole, it may as well be me."
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