Begin With a Single Step: Escape from Cubicle Hell Greg Rodgers January 22 Features, Inspiration 27 Comments Editor's note: Originally written in 2009, this post by Greg Rodgers of StartBackpacking.com remains one of our most popular and inspirational. Enjoy! This post may contain affiliate links. Read our disclosure.There is no feeling that quite describes being stuck in a corporate office – worse yet, in a cubicle – when the sun is burning through a cloudless blue sky. For seven years, I miraculously managed to not throw a phone, flog away an intruder, or hang myself in the corner of my office with Ethernet cabling. I knew that there was more to life than waking up at the last minute and jockeying through traffic in a hurry to make a bunch of old men richer. However, a strange and powerful force kept me glued to my seat, sorting through corporate memos reminding me to file my TPS reports properly and that Friday was wacky tie day. Free at Last © alicepopkorn The Realization Bills. Lots of them. Always creeping into my mailbox when I least expected it. There were all the usual suspects like electric, water, and a mortgage on a place so oversized for me that I hadn’t opened some of the rooms yet. There were the bothersome credit card statements that meticulously itemized all my internet purchases. Among the damages, there were expenses for high tech toys I thought would make work more bearable. My cell phone could play MP3s, games, movies, and open random gateways to alternate dimensions with the tap of a stylus. Also included were new clothes that were sure to impress my dates and restaurant tabs in overpriced places that made me feel important. Being a well trained IT geek, I decided to do an analysis of where my money was going and constructed a simple spreadsheet where I recorded purchases for one month. Subscribe to Our Under the Radar Newsletter Get our freshest + most popular travel stories, exclusive travel deals, and loads of pretty pictures + travel inspiration! I have the attention span of a bored cat, so actually a couple of months passed before I found the spreadsheet again hiding in a dusty corner of my hard drive. “Oh yeah ”¦ I remember this!” I said, opening it with a snappy mouse click. I nearly swallowed my tongue at the results inside! Things needed for daily life, like groceries and Redbull, made up the lowest expenses. Not just a few, but a majority of my purchases were unnecessary and compulsive moves to keep me distracted. I was putting at least one kid through college with my cable bill alone – all so that I could catch hot dog eating contests on ESPN 13 at four o’clock in the morning. Woohoo! I went into work slightly more enlightened than I was the day before, but I wanted to be sure. Was I just being too negative about my job? Was I sliding into a sort of just-turned-30 midlife/depression/crisis? Was I about to run out and purchase a red convertible and pierce my tongue in a desperate cry for attention from women almost half my age? As an experiment, I decided to count the number of smiles I received around the office and cafeteria for one day. Other than one nearly mad and shaking engineer that was watching the coffee machine fill his massive one liter mug for the third time, the only smiling faces I saw on this beautiful June afternoon were the ones walking at a quickstep toward the door at closing time. Things were quickly beginning to make sense. Ups and Downs, Middle of Nowhere © Mi Pah The Escape Like a twitchy convict that just discovered a tunnel under his bunk, I kept my findings to myself and starting building a plan. I made a conscious effort to slow the bleeding of money from my account on useless toys. In private, I started researching exotic destinations on the internet. A journey of 1000 miles begins with a single step.– Lao Tzu I was quickly consumed by my escape plans. For seven years I had been a rat in a never ending race, and I had finally discovered that someone had left the door open on my cage. Quickly, my happiness and my bank account began to build up and on one bold evening I set a date. My date was Jan 1, 2006. What a better way to start a new year than to start a new life altogether? In the six months between my enlightenment and the start of my new low-paying-yet-ever-more-satisfying career as a backpacker, I managed to save money and sell my house myself. I picked up a copy of Rolf Pott’s Vagabonding and realized that I was not alone. Many had made this walk before me. During my meetings, I was having visions of living on an organic farm, picking fruit in the sunshine, and meeting hippy girls to go surfing with. Was I heading for sure financial doom? The thought did cross my mind, especially when I started trickling news of my plan to friends and family. Vagabonding and even gap years are not particularly popular concepts in America, so my announcements were usually met with less-than-positive enthusiasm. I didn’t care. I was determined not to spend the best years of my life while I was healthy, saving money to retire when I was too old to enjoy it. Life had to be more interesting than learning new acronyms at a company whose name was an acronym. In December, I gave myself the ultimate Christmas gift: I bought a one way ticket to Bangkok and turned in my letter of resignation. When the wheels of my plane left the ground and it pointed its nose West toward the Pacific I breathed an enormous sigh of relief. Luckily, the 23 hour flight provided much time for decompression and contemplation, which I took full advantage of. I still had no idea where I was going or what I was getting myself into, but it had to be more interesting than learning new acronyms at a company whose name was an acronym. As I sit here and write this, exactly one year has passed since I left the US for the first time. I grin when I read back through my early travel journal entries and blush slightly thinking of what an inexperienced newbie I was. I still do not consider myself a hardened traveler, but I do want to share my beginnings with others and inspire them to chew their way out of the maze as well. Anyone can do this, and I’ve yet to meet a single person out of hundreds of backpackers who regrets their decision to give up the cheese and escape the rat race. I would not trade my adventures, experiences, and new friends for all the promotions, cable channels, or wacky tie days in the world. My one step turned into the journey of a lifetime. So what are you waiting for? 27 Responses Nate May 5 Very inspiring post. Now I just have to convince my girlfriend that she wants to be a vagabond with me! You rock. Reply Mike Richard May 5 Nate, I was in the same boat. I ended an eight year relationship because the call to travel was ultimately too important to me! Reply Silvia May 5 As someone who is currently trying to escape, your post definitely hit home. Thanks for the inspiration! Reply Chris Cook May 5 Inspiring. It’s exactly that office life that drove me to escape through travel writing. Still waiting on the bills to stop showing up but your footsteps are undeniably good ones to follow. Reply Carla May 5 Super inspiring. I put my notice in yesterday. T-30. I look forward to reading more. Reply Anon May 5 Anyone ever give it up that has a small child? Would love to see an example to convince spouse :) Reply previously.bitten May 5 this is a fantastic article that is mirroring a lot of my thoughts right now. Reply Nora May 5 Great stuff! I did the same thing, around the same time. I’m currently enjoying getting stuck for a bit in Australia. Reply jonatsgonats May 5 I am curious, how do you guys survive from the daily cost of doing all these things? I think this is one hurdle from becoming like you guys. Reply steven January 23 I enjoy traveling for three months. Thus I traveled the world for 3 months at a time and taught school for 9 months. You don’t have to choose a life of either/or. You can have both. You can work in corporate America and NOT be a slave of the mindset. You can choose NOT to buy the oversize house, new car, most inclusive cable. You CAN create your own world where you are. Take a note from someone whose body and soul were raised in the non materialistic 60’s. We were saying it then and now some are finally seeing it: America is the land of opportunity. Enjoy your finances, just don’t be owned by them. You don’t have to throw the baby out with the bath water. You have many nice aspects of your life – friends/family/dog etc. Find a way to have both. I am living proof. Enjoy life because unless you believe in reincarnation, it’s the only one you’ll get. Reply Greg May 5 Thanks everyone for the kind comments. Feel free to hit me up through my blog http://www.vagabondinglife.com and I’ll help with whatever I can. Cheers! Reply Another interesting Link –> Begin With a Single Step: Escape from Cubicle Hell « Tim’s Adventures May 5 […] Another interesting Link –> Begin With a Single Step: Escape from Cubicle Hell Posted on May 6, 2009 by morriswt Begin With a Single Step: Escape from Cubicle Hell. […] Reply India Travel Blog » The Story of an Escape May 5 […] Read Greg Rodgers on Vagabondish – Begin With a Single Step: Escape from Cubicle Hell […] Reply Travellohr May 6 This is inspirational. Good for you! I wonder if your former co-workers are envying you now. Reply Nomadic Matt May 6 The first step is always the hardest but once you take it, its easy after that Reply Lola May 6 Definitely very inspiring! And that first step has to be taken responsibly as well, if you’ve got personal commitments you can’t just walk out on. Here’s a link to a similar piece I wrote – http://almostfearless.com/2008/06/29/essential-baby-steps-towards-living-your-passions/ Reply brian from nodebtworldtravel.com May 6 I was nodding my head all through this post. Completely agree! I always say, if someone else can do it so can I. And that’s how I started my trip. Reply Turner May 8 Better than Shawshank Redemption. Reply jesse souder September 3 Very inspiring, I am planning my departure as a backpacker/driver as I write would like advice and stories. Reply Jeff Dobbins April 10 As I’m ready to gnaw my own foot off to escape my office, so the inspiration is greatly appreciated. Thanks. Reply Paradise Island August 19 You are my personal hero. I’ll be following in your footsteps in the spring of 2015. Thanks for the inspiration! Reply Greg Rodgers August 23 I’m not hero, but I appreciate all of the nice comments. And I’m still out here on the road – 6 years and counting. :) Life is good! Reply How I was Stuck and Decided to Get Lost Instead - Colleen Gets Lost October 28 […] so I did a little googling. And I found them! Scaredypants solo lady travelers! Disgruntled cubicle workers who quit their jobs and sold it all to live simpler lives! And they’ll tell you how you can […] Reply Franca January 22 Very inspiring post. For us (me and Dale, my partner) doing the first step was the hardest part, once we left our jobs, comfort zone, sold everything we owned and started travelling, everything became easier and totally worth it! Reply Reece January 24 I know this is an old post, but it pretty much perfectly describes my life right now. Luckily, I too will be leaving my job in just over a month- cannot wait. The massive coffee cup part cracked me up. That’s me on a daily basis…..it’s as though if I drink enough coffee the office won’t get to me. Not my most effective plan. Thanks for a great post. I hope you’re still travelling! Reply Greg Rodgers January 26 Thanks, Reece. And nine years later, I still am! This month marks my ninth year of living an unconventional life of vagabonding…and there’s no end in sight. :-) The good and the bad of all the years are documented on my blog: http://www.vagabondinglife.com. Reply keisha March 7 This is great! I too escaped from cube after watching the world go by out the sun filled window. At age 48 I wanted to do what I wanted to do. Enjoy your journey! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Let's Make Sure You're Human ... *Time limit is exhausted. Please reload CAPTCHA. 5 × = Notify me of followup comments via e-mail. You can also subscribe without commenting.