Hi, since this is my first post here I thought I’d give some context to whoever chances upon this blog. My name is P, and I’m a supposedly successful banker. I’m 27, I work in the Markets business of a top global bank. I have 2.5 degrees, and I earn at least in the top 1 percentile of India.

And yet, I’m unhappy.

Boohoo, poor little rich girl is whining about getting a gentle chiding, you might think. Well, that’s pretty much it. There is very little going on in my life right now. I’m single, I live with my parents, I have 1 friend in the city. I’m fat and hence ineligible to be in a relationship. My job is the only thing that’s supposed to be the thing that validates my life as “successful”, and yet I cannot help but procrastinate about extra initiative I’m supposed to take here to show my worth.

And that means I’m fucked. This is not your standard 9-5. You’re either a high achiever or you’re dispensable. And I don’t have the energy to keep fighting all my life. But I also don’t have the energy to figure out how I could spend my life without this job. So here we are. I’m trying to get motivated to figure out how to be able to retire early. I’m trying to get motivated to get a little fitter. I’m trying to get motivated to be less unhappy.