I didn't wanna be a Toys R Us Kid...
When asked what I wanted to be when I grew up the choice was EASY. I said I wanted to become a Ninja. Kicking ass on the daily, fighting evil and pretty much doing whatever I wanted when I wanted.
THe dream crusher
My dream was shattered when I was told Ninja's don't make money. (Keep in mind I'm around 8 years old at the time) Soon after I wanted to play in the NBA. The thought of earning millions having an exclusive shoe deal and getting paid to "play" sounded like a win-win. Eventually, I later settled on becoming a professional bowler.. what's my point?? I NEVER wanted a 9 to 5 since as early as my damn childhood.
Shortly after starting college I joined a band a few bands and even toured as well. So how did I end up working a 9-5? One simple word.. "security". My parents refused to financially assist with my rent unless I was in school.
It never made sense to take multiple classes not related to my major that didn't affect my life. Remembering the battle of 1812 in a history book did nothing to pay my rent or better my life at the time.
While having medical insurance and a steady paycheck seemed like a no-brainer. Little did I know I was selling my soul and limiting my creative ability as I was sold on a false security but not actual freedom.
I was so blindsided by the benefit & vacation package that I totally couldn't comprehend how I was giving up and accepted my own self limitations. It didn't hit me until years later but when it did.. it hit me like a ton of bricks.
I wasn't making much money but just enough to distract me from how drastic of a change it would be going from expressing myself musically on the road with my friends to sitting in silence in front of a computer for 8 solid hours.