8 People Who Traded Corporate Job Stress for Life on Their Own Terms

My husband nervously laughed; I didn’t.

That night, I cried—not from her words, but because part of me feared she was right. The next day, I quietly signed up for an intensive pottery course.

Six weeks turned into six months, and I began selling my mugs online. When I finally quit to open a small studio, my mother-in-law called it reckless.

Six months later, she asked me to create a custom vase for her retirement party. I smiled and said, “Sure, but family prices are double.”

Story 5
I used to work at a daycare where parents often complimented the creative hairstyles I did on the kids.

After six months, I left to find myself. Now, I’m a well-known stylist in a big city, specializing in wedding and evening hairdos.

My schedule is booked solid for the next few months. I’m grateful to all those little “models” who helped me get here. © Overheard / Ideer

Story 6
Turning 30 soon, I’ve spent most of my life in management and law, but deep down, I wanted to try cooking. I hesitated for a long time, listening to doubts and fears, and every morning started in tears and despair.

Tomorrow is my last day at work. Despite having no experience, my CV for cook positions has unexpectedly sparked interest. I’m betting on a small place that’s ready to hire me right away.

As a child, I dreamed of being a police officer, but it never happened. Now, I’m ready to put on a chef’s uniform instead. Why not? © Riful / Pikabu

Story 7
I quit a high-profile job, sold my belongings, and embarked on a round-the-world trip.

Two months in, I’ve visited eight African countries. Just six months ago, I would’ve laughed if someone told me I’d be writing this from Mozambique.

Dreams do come true—if you’re brave enough to take the first step. Don’t panic. Follow your heart’s voice. I think I may have even found love on this journey.

Story 8
After inheriting two apartments from my grandmother, I decided to rent them out. I left my teaching job and now tutor a few students from home. I’m sleeping better, took a trip to the sea, and even got a massage.

People whisper that my tenants will cheat me, that I just got lucky, or that quitting my job was foolish.

But for the first time in my life, I feel like I’m truly living. Only two people have genuinely congratulated me: my mom and a distant friend who said, “Enjoy it!”