Seriously, I think about this daily. I’m damn near 40 and have done everything from landscaping to banking to coding. I’ve worked for mom and pops, multiple Fortune 500 companies. Always hustled and made it to management or whatever the “next step” is. I’ve even unsuccessfully tried self employment. Rent, gas and groceries are so high it’s really not feasible to go all in on that. So you find yourself picking up part time work and it’s still not enough. The only job I ever actually enjoyed was as a bud-tender and that doesn’t exactly set you up for retirement and homeownership. I’m intelligent, a hard worker. I’m also a fairly optimistic person believe it or not! It’s just like, wtf am I supposed to do. Just keep jumping from industry to industry looking for something I can stomach daily until I die? Life should be worth more than that, no? Why can’t I just give you some of these tomatoes I’ve grown and you give some of that bread you baked and we take it to Jill’s house (who has freshly butchered a pig) and we all have some BLTs? Why do we need to bring payrolls and deadlines into this equation? Can me, you and Jill just eat these BLTs?