I don’t want my memoirs to be like reading a compliance manual.

A history of the rules and regulations of my corporate confinement.

I don’t want to wear my suit anymore, I don’t want to shave (not that I need to).

I don’t want my alarm to go off at 5:30am anymore. I feel tired, pale and fat, and I have gained little from this punishment.

I don’t want to sound ungrateful though. I have learned a lot from my experience and if anything it has given me the enlightenment that I needed. You need to get rid of some of the “what ifs” in life by actually doing things.

Worked for the foreign office, pretty cool but not as amazing as I had hoped. Worked in a bank, long hours and pretty dull, ticked that box too.

The underlying constant has been my lack of enthusiasm for the constraints on my creativity. I can’t think or make decisions without them being suppressed by standard operating procedures.

It’s actually so bad that when you try to brainstorm, you need to snap out of it before you can open your mind up. I’ve been institutionalised into not thinking. The thought police have got to me.

The corporate behemoths of yesterday are stuck in their old ways, unable to change with their lack of revolutionary young blood, which would otherwise promote change and cannibalisation. They have become factories, places to do business and make money, not places to inspire and change lives.

Either work for someone whose ideas of business, environment and philosophy is aligned with yours, set up your own business/community, or just carry on and let the “what ifs” pile up until you retire and are too old to do the things you once dreamed of.


This is a guest post from a good friend of ours who has just handed in his resignation. 4 years at an investment bank in London. He will shortly be making another big announcement on this blog. Watch this space.

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