- After years of being a lawyer, I suddenly became burned out and lonely.
- I decided to quit my job, leave London, and move to a small town in the UK.
- At first, the change was difficult, but now I know I’m in the right place.
I never understood the concept of burnout at work. For me, the key to success in the rat race was simple: If you’re hungry enough, you will endure; you can’t possibly get tired of doing your job if you are tough enough.
Well, that was the case until I burned out.
Twelve years of studying law and working as an attorney in Mexico, the US, and the UK had taken their toll. After years of working in London in a fast-paced environment at a law firm, I reached my limit and broke down.
When I reached rock bottom, I decided to make a drastic change and move out of London.
I quit to prioritize mental health over money and glory
One day, I woke up feeling lonely, exhausted, anxious, and lost — with my life solely defined by my career.
I knew it was time to do something about it, so I left my high-power law firm. The hardest part of quitting wasn’t the uncertainty of what the future held but saying goodbye to a high-paying job — especially in a city like London, where the cost of living is high. But at a certain point, money wasn’t enough to keep me there.
I started therapy and a rigorous exercise regimen. I needed to make myself stronger and healthier. It wasn’t easy, but in the end, those things empowered me and gave me the clarity I needed to end the toxic relationship I had with my job and finally have a fresh start somewhere else.
I had to leave the big city
Staying in London was never an option; it was too expensive to sustain myself financially and too chaotic to clear my head and find peace. I needed nature to reconnect with myself.
After some research, I discovered the perfect place: Eastbourne. It’s a small seaside town connected to London by direct train, next to a couple of hiking trails, with more sun than the rest of the UK, and with enough coffee shops to keep me caffeinated.
I moved as soon as I could. The first weeks were rough as I learned the main difference between a big city and a small town: Life is slow— in every possible way. At first, I was desperate and annoyed, but after a couple of days, I understood there was no need to do things quickly. Things are better enjoyed when you take the time to acknowledge them.
One of the best things about small-town life is the sense of community. Everyone in Eastbourne knows each other and welcomes you as if you were family. Inspired by this sense of community, I decided to immerse myself fully. I joined the local rowing club and a volunteer group.
On the professional side of things, I struck a balance between my work and personal life. I took the necessary number of deals and clients to earn a living and also have a moment for myself every day. The balance is what keeps me happy and healthy.
I’m happy for the time being
I know that nothing is permanent, so I’m not sure how long I’ll last in this small resort town.
I just know that I have never felt better physically, mentally, and spiritually. I found peace and also some time to embrace my artistic side. I don’t miss the old days at all.
But this tranquil existence in Eastbourne may not endure indefinitely. I reckon that at some point, I will need to take more action in my daily life, but for the time being, it has been the best decision I’ve ever made.
