Life after resignation is good! If you would have asked me last Sunday what I had planned for the week, I’m almost certain that taking a road trip to Nebraska would not have come out of my mouth.
The gentleman who owns the bar asked if I would haul a horse trailer down to Grand Island, Nebraska. Of course I said yes. It’s not like I have a day job to fill my time and I’m waiting on my LLC to get set up before I can order business cards and keep putting my business together so I decided to take the work.
Four days and 1500 miles later I made it back with a new found sense of freedom and a pretty good paycheck. But while I was on the road alone I had a lot of time to think about my life and the direction it is heading. Although I am technically homeless and unemployed at the moment, I couldn’t be any happier. I also received a brief education on the life of horse racing while I was in Grand Island.
I can’t say I agree with it on moral grounds and my sensitivity to animals rights came into play as well but it is what it is. I think overall, horses were meant to run and I’m not condemning the sport, I just think it’s what takes in between the races that I’m not a huge fan of.
I walked into the stable and there were three rows of twenty stalls all filled with race horses. They all pop their head out and stare when you walk by, some reaching out to bite you! Most were agitated with waiting for their feed and hay and were kicking the metal stall doors. It reminded me more of a factory than a farm. I had a brief and odd moment where I felt like I was walking through the cubicle offices at my last job.
I realized on this trip that people, much like race horses, are used as a sort of currency. Our worth is judged not by what’s inside; our integrity, ambitions, passions but what we can do for the owner or the person writing the paychecks. All they care about is how fast we can run, that they keep us in functional condition, and their bottom line.
By resigning I now have my days free to pursue opportunities that I would not have had the chance with banker’s hours and corporate blinders on. Nothing rapes me of my creativity like being stuck in a cubicle next to all the other race horses in their stalls. Each race horse penned up and to be let out only when it’s most advantageous to the owner.
There are millions of people who find solace in this type of career and could not be happier that this as their lifestyle. They love being a part of the race. That’s all well and good; it takes all kinds of people to build a bridge, but this trip just reaffirmed my decision to strike out on my own. If you’re looking for a race horse, I’m probably not your man. I prefer running in the open air, enjoying life with reckless abandon and judging my own worth and taking the reigns on my own future. I will always seek the freedom to pursue to pursuit of freedom.