Ah, the 6-figure job. The dream life it would bring, right? It’s what everyone wants coming out of college, training, or WHATEVER else you went through to become “qualified” for the work force. That’s the be-all, the laurels you could rest on forever, the ONE thing that would make life complete and easy and….normal, isn’t it?

Hmm. About that.

I was having a conversation with my friend and fellow mastermind member Amy Pico not too long ago. All about the corporate world….our high-paying jobs (or former jobs!)….

Well, at least they seemed to be high-paying, that is…

Yep, we both had gotten there before. Gotten to the pinnacle of that corporate dream. And yet…..she told me that for some reason, she noted,  it didn’t really “feel” like that much money. Not like it should’ve. Not the way that the world promised it would. True, she was being paid handsomely for her job, an amount of money that most people would consider hugely successful and satisfying.

So why wasn’t it feeling like 6 figures?

Now, I can imagine what that might sound like at first. Poor little highly paid corporate employee, right? Making the money, living the dream, making more than half the people in the place, and so on and so forth. Count your blessings, baby. If I had that kind of money I’d be happy, why aren’t you? Boo-hoo, right?

Well, here’s the thing–it really wasn’t about the money, on the one hand. On the other, it was ALL about the money.

How can it be both? Like this…..

When you’re doing something that isn’t you–when you’re doing something for someone else that is so FAR removed from the person you want to be and the way you want to show yourself to the world, when you are doing something that you know is taking you away from the life that you not only want but NEED to live….

Well, folks, NO amount of money would ever feel like it was enough. No amount of money would ever be worth the sacrifice. So no matter what, it would never really feel like it was “enough”.

Put simply, when you get to that moment, there’s just NO amount of money that they could pay you to give up on your dreams.

That little piece of you that the job you hate is taking from you? Priceless. Absolutely priceless. No salary could ever properly compensate you for its loss.

Now, this is not a matter of greed. NOR is it a limiting belief about money. Not from where I’m standing. What it is really about is what it is that you have to GIVE UP in order to get what the job is willing to give you.

The question is—is it worth it to you? That is ALL I would ask. If it is–that is totally fine. Completely OK. Stand by your choice, and know that you’re doing the right thing for you.

BUT if you know–like she and I do now–that what we were LOSING in order to gain a high-paying job just wasn’t worth it….well, that is a game-changer right there.

I’m not righteous. I’m not playing holier-than-thou. I’m just sharing my TRUTH–that what I left behind needed to be left behind because it wasn’t worth being paid to stay.

But it didn’t start out that way. I was offered a near six-figure salary back in 1999 to walk away from my dreams. And I took it. Thinking that it would get better. I’d find a way out eventually, surely! I’d figure out the things that meant everything to me. Just give it a year.

Well, I gave it a year. A year that wound up containing about 180 months.

The only thing that changed over the next 15+ years was that my salary got higher. And the work got harder. And more unbearable. And more toxic. And I just became more miserable. (To the tune of a comfortable 6-figures….)

But then I just couldn’t escape the truth anymore.

The truth was that my job was making me become a version of myself that I didn’t recognize. A version that I really didn’t like at all. Someone who I did NOT want to be.

Nothing was worth that.

How much were they willing to pay me to give up on my dreams? Not nearly enough. And guess what else? They could never have paid me enough. It was a game that neither I NOR they could ever win.

So I left.

And THAT, my friends, was why my friend didn’t feel like she was really making 6 figures. Or really living the dream. Not greed. Not unworthiness. Just her own personal TRUTH.

That NO amount of money would ever be enough to hand over that priceless part of you.

And hey, if you don’t take it from me…..how about from George Clooney? 😉

So how about you? Was there a moment where you knew you had to stop putting prices on the life of your dreams? Tell me all about it!


4 Comments on Why The 6-Figure Salary Wasn’t “Enough”….(A Strange Money Story That Lead Me To Entrepreneurship)

  1. Merri
    January 27, 2016 at 8:08 am (1 year ago)

    Great post and excellent question! My answer?? I knew when I saw my father become physically ill doing a job he hated. As a WW 2 veteran, he came back after the War and took a “good job” … A super – good job with benefits galore ! But… he had to pretend to be someone he was not in order to “succeed” at this corporate dream job … I saw his health slip … He had his first of four heart attacks at 53 years of age … How’s that for “livin’ the dream”?? Thank you for letting me share that ! 😊🌞

    • Jennifer
      January 27, 2016 at 10:28 am (1 year ago)

      No kidding. There’s just SO much they don’t tell you about what it costs to give yourself away. And it is a wake-up call. Plain and simple. The question is–are you gonna listen to it? That’s why I do this!!!

  2. Conny
    January 30, 2016 at 7:00 pm (1 year ago)

    I left my corporate job in 1998 also because they couldn’t pay me enough. According to my boss I was ‘a rising star’ and stupid to throw it all away. But after years of working regularly until 11pm or even 1am just to have to be back in the office by 8.30am the latest…. I had enough. When I talked with HR they said, well you can have a social live when you are retired. But I had enough, I quit. They begged me to stay, offered more money asked me what it takes for me to stay. All I could say was, there is nothing you can do or give to get me to stay. I became a freelancer, my own boss, and never looked back.

  3. Jennifer
    February 1, 2016 at 10:37 am (1 year ago)

    Amen to that, Conny! That is the moment where you know it’s time to jump. And nobody can talk you out of it.


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