They Told Me My Private Life Was Interfering with My Job
Think about that for a second. What they're really saying is that you are interfering with the system that owns your hours.
The day my supervisor told me my private life was interfering with my job, it woke something up inside me.
At the time, I was working as a copier technician. My job was to fix copy machines and fax machines, but my heart was somewhere else: writing articles, building my little online newsletter, and connecting with people through ideas.
There were mornings when I'd wake up with a thought so strong I couldn't shake it off. I had to write it, finish it, and send it out to my mailing list before I went to work.
Sometimes that meant being late for a meeting. Not because I didn't care about my job, but because I cared too much about my purpose.
I knew that every article I published, every person I reached, was one small brick in the foundation of the future I wanted to build.
One day, my supervisor looked at me and said, "Your private life is interfering with your job."
Those words hit me hard but not in the way he expected.
It's wild how easily we let our jobs define us.
We wear titles like armor and schedules like chains. Somewhere along the line, "doing your best" turned into "being available 24/7," and personal life became a luxury reserved for weekends, if that.
But life doesn't wait until after 5 p.m. to happen. Your child's smile, your spouse's laughter, your aging parent's story, they don't run on your company's calendar.
When my supervisor told me my private life was interfering with my job, it woke something up inside me.
In that moment, I realized he was right. My private life was interfering with my job. Because my "private life" wasn't private anymore. It was becoming my calling.
And I couldn't turn it off.
That's when it clicked: it would be easier for me to double my income building something of my own than to double my income waiting for someone else to give me a raise.
That single thought never left me. It was the voice that kept whispering whenever I wanted to quit, the reason I stayed up late learning how to turn passion into work, and work into freedom.
I realized I didn't want to live in a world where family, faith, or peace of mind had to file a vacation request.
So I decided to flip the script.
For many years now, lol, I've had work that supports my life, not a life that has to survive around my work.
I don't work to live anymore. My work now lives around me. And that's freedom.
It took years of shifting priorities, learning to say no, and redefining what "success" actually means.
But I can tell you this: the reward isn't just financial, it's emotional.
It's waking up without resentment.
It's eating breakfast with your kids on a Tuesday.
It's knowing that your job fits inside your life story, not the other way around.
Looking back, I see that statement, "Your private life is interfering with your job," as the moment I chose direction over security. I stopped asking for permission to dream on company time and started building a life where my dream was the company.
Because the truth is simple:
Your job should never own the parts of you that make life worth living.
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