It was dead simple: I woke up one day and realized I may only have that one day to live, and I wasn’t excited anymore about going to work, so I quit.
The best (and worst) thing about life is that we’ll “exit” it very soon, so whether I did my job or did my business, I’ll still be dead in a few decades, along with everyone who’ll ever judge me for doing anything.
The first step was the quit my job. That’s where faith (and a bit of insanity) comes to help. Then I took time to relax and figure out what to do next. Then I did what I thought I should be doing. It’s really very simple and anyone can do it.
But I didn’t quit to chase the gold at the end of the rainbow. I quit it because it was no longer my purpose to do it. And my exit strategy: I walked to my manager one morning and said that I quit, then drove back home, freaked out about it for a few hours, then felt my best later on that day.