Off The Grid
Guess what? I quit my job last week to start my own company. There’s now a very small distance between my ability to make stuff and sell it to folks, and me paying my mortgage.
About 3pm every day I start to freak out. The reality that I’ve blown away the (admittedly artificial) construct of the “job” and its illusion of stability and am now staring naked into the abyss becomes a bit much for me to handle. Then I usually eat ice cream.
My day is now a frantic sprint to get stuff done, concluded with falling over from exhaustion. I’m fairly sure this is what I want, however.
