My Home Office Is My Castle

Every morning from my desk, I observe the exodus of the working population.

It is only two years ago that I was one of them. Every morning my alarm clock rang at five o’clock so that I still had time to shower and have breakfast before I went to work.

My commute to work took between twenty minutes (on perfect days) and one hour (on the worst days), depending on the traffic situation. On average, I was at least one hour each day on my way to and from work.

Week after week, at least five hours of my life disappeared into the abyss of traffic. When I arrived at work, I was already under stress and adrenaline. When I came home in the evening, it was no different.

It was incredibly hard in winter. I left the house in the dark in the morning and returned when the sun had long gone down.

Every day I had to sit in the office for at least eight hours and was doomed to do everything exactly when and exactly as my boss demanded. I never got a raise in my fourteen years with the company.

If I wanted to go on vacation with my wife, we had to plan almost a year in advance because my company always wanted to have the vacation plans at the beginning of the year.

I was not free, always stressed and tired, and had no influence on my salary. I had to get out of this treadmill.

For five years, I wrote and published books after work. I wrote up to six books a year and got less sleep than ever before. The double burden tore at my nerves, but I was determined to keep going until I could say goodbye to my unsatisfactory job.

I held out because I imagined my future like paradise. No more rush hour traffic, no more having a boss, and earning more money by only doing what I wanted and could do best.

Today I arrived in this paradise. Sure, sometimes, I feel like the ceiling is falling on my head at home, and in some months, I earn much less than I had imagined. But then I look out the window in the morning and watch the people who still have to go to a company every day where they work for someone else instead of realizing their dreams.

Then it feels like I’m sitting in a castle, watching the hostile world out there from a safe tower.

My world has gotten smaller since I’ve been working at home alone, but my opportunities are growing every day. Every day that I work just for myself is a good day.

Today I definitely have more good days than before. I will do everything I can to make it stay the way it is now. or no — I will fight to make everything even better.

René Junge a published author writing on ILLUMINATION.

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