Fifteen three-year-olds, climbing on me, in 100-degree Texas heat. That was my whole day, 9 to 5, five days a week, with zero leftover energy for the weekend. I was a preschool teacher, and I loved those kids. But the job was eating me alive It's loud from the second you walk in. Someone's melting down, another kid just skinned their knee, a third is having an accident, and you're out on the playground in the heat for hours, sweaty and sticky and covered in dust. It's not just tiring, it's overstimulating in a way that's hard to explain. Highs and lows all day, with zero seconds to breathe in between. I'd come home with nothing left. No energy to make dinner, none for my friends or my workouts, nothing for myself. I'd just sit there empty, already dreading tomorrow, knowing I had to get up and do the exact same thing all over again. And the part that scared me most was looking down the road. This was the ceiling. A little more burnt out every year, stuck in the same room, watching my bank account quietly shrink the whole time. I'm 25. I could not picture signing up for 30 more years of this. I wanted out so badly, but I'd been taught my whole life that you do grade school, then college, then you get the steady job and you stay in your lane. At least be grateful, “you have a stable job and you’re helping kids right Angela?” Little did I know, the way out was already sitting in my pocket. I had a little fitness page, and brands had quietly started paying me to make content for them, from home, on my own time. By October I walked in and told my boss I was done and handed in my 2 weeks. Now, I make anywhere from $5-8k/m, a full time salary from my phone now with full freedom because I chose to take a different route. I wake up at 6am now because I want to, not because I'm dreading a classroom. I'm filming this from my friend's pool on a Tuesday afternoon. I break the whole thing down on the UGC World podcast: https://youtu.be/RIo2zNt-7wE?is=tc17yowJR8eu4fbJ