From Every Day by the Lake …
I’ve held a job consistently (save for a few months of being laid off) since I’ve been 15 years old.
Going to work and providing an incrementally improving quality of life year in and year out was just something I was supposed to do.
But recently– my ego, my brain, my something, my everything started screaming at me. You see, I quit my full time job several months ago to devote more time to other pursuits.
While I don’t regret the decision to do so, it has produced some painful byproducts. It has left me wondering about my identity.