That’s exactly the first question I was asked when my company announced my three-month exit plan to everyone internally last Fall.
“Is this just a big unpaid vacation?”
“Won’t this derail your career?”
“How are you going to make money?”
“What are you gonna do when it’s over?”
The questions kept coming in – from friends, family, and professional network.
And it pretty quickly hit me that these questions weren’t curiosity – they were confusion.
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And yet while this experience of pressing pause is certainly new to me, the idea is far from.
1991 – I’m a mesmerized kid watching Adventures of Tintin and Zorro originals
2007 – I’m in an Amsterdam hostel and a smiley red-bearded Canadian my age is traveling the world by himself
2009 – I’m in a Chicago hostel during Architecture School, and an Australian hippie two bunks over, one bunk down, explains he’s on a gap year
2012 – I'm on a silent meditation retreat at a monastery, and I realize I want the experience to last alot longer than a weekend.
2016 – I'm reading a New Yorker clipping from my houselord (housemate/landlord) about Mr. Money Mustache
2017 – I'm flipping through Tim Ferris’ concrete-block-of-paper, Tools of Titans, and read about "vagabonding"...
So yes, this has been brewing in my career strategy for years.
Ironically, “sabbatical” wasn’t even the word I used at first. In my head, it was a “mini-retirement”.
But my boss used it, so I figured it probably sounded smarter.
Fast-forward a bit.
January – I’m in NYC celebrating the new year and kicking off this new chapter
March – I finish projects as an independent contractor (part of my exit arrangement)
April – I’m supposed to be roadtripping my Mazda Miata through each US National Park.
June – I’m booked on flights/hotels for a month of galivanting across Colombia, South America.
But well, ya know… global pandemic.
COVID-19 has been unexpected and shocking for the entire world. Nothing short of devastating.
Including for (of far less consequence) my adventure plans.
These first few months of sabbatical have actually been a blessing in disguise.
Willful unemployment and unscripted shelter-in-place mean I've have massive space to reflect, introspect, ponder, and study.
And now, it’s letting me do something I’ve wanted to for a while – start publishing some of my ideas.
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Well, here goes nothin...