Today I quit my job as an investment banking analyst. Between my internship at the office two summers ago and my tenure since graduating from college, I worked there for a total of eight months. Not chump change when you work an average of 80 hours a week. Some may even say I gained 16 months of experience in half the time. Either way, I worked. A lot.
And why would I leave such a fun industry you may ask? Well...
Nine months ago my friend and I had a revolutionary idea for starting a business in the fashion industry, likely inspired by the awesome HBO show (which was surprisingly cancelled ahead of its time) How to Make it In America. We were very serious about it, but after a couple months of intense discussion, we decided to table the idea until we had some more experience to go out and build it.
Fast forward nine months. We've added a Founder to the team. We're older. We still love the idea. We have an investment lined up. The question became not whether we should do it, but rather why the hell not? I weighed out the options and realized this was a win-win for me.
So I jumped.
I'll be here in San Francisco, happily unemployed, for another week. I arrive in Miami, FL next Monday ready to start the next chapter of my life as a first-time entrepreneur. I want to make all the mistakes and make them as soon as possible. It's like learning a foreign language as a kid- there's no better time to do it and you don't need any previous experience.
There are no promises for the success of this business but you know what? There are no guarantees with anything in life. I'm ready to see what comes now.
Never been more hungry and more foolish.