- I used to like my job (notice I didn’t say “love”) I now loathe the thought of going to work. Spending my precious time on this earth making other people (and admittedly, myself) money. The vast majority of that time spent sequestered in a dimly lit room watching people grow old. I mean what’s not to love, right?
- I have raised three beautiful and well-adjusted children that are on their way to discovering where life will lead them. Read: They don’t need me anymore.
- I don’t want to wait to do the things that I have always dreamed of. If working with the aged has taught me anything it’s this: no one gets out alive, it is most oft times a slow descent into infirmity and I aint gettin’ any younger.
The blog post that pushed me over the edge: