The story
I didn't leave because the work was hard.
I spent fifteen years inside institutions. Six of them at Transport for London: 28,000 staff, a 160 year old railway, change programmes nobody asked for. Around that, ghostwriting for FTSE executives, public affairs, a stint as an elected councillor. I was good at it. I knew how power moved, who held the titles and who held the room.
At 35 I burnt out for the third time. I can tell you the date: 26 March 2025. That was the day I stopped pretending it was a workload problem. The work wasn't hard. It was pointless, and it wasn't mine. I'd known both for longer than I'd admitted.
So I took the only things the institution couldn't keep: the expertise, the positioning instinct, my own name. I went to market. In 168 days I went from zero to 10,000 followers, then kept going. Built the list, validated what I could sell, and started coaching senior professionals through the same exit.
Three days into rebuilding in public, my laptop was stolen in Spain. A decade of work, gone. The business didn't wobble, because the business was never the laptop. It's me, my list, and the people I show up for every day. That's what I build with clients: a practice that exists outside the walls of any single employer.
The goal is not a side business. It is to stop being replaceable.