It’s elementary. When self-immolation is preferable to going to work, something’s gotta give. Let me think here … oh yeah, my right arm was accidently engulfed in fire when I was seven. Still wearing the evidence. Didn’t feel good then and not a hot look now (no pun intended). So, my choice became crystal clear a week ago today. Here’s how I did it:
- Say “I quit.”
- Go on a road trip with a bunch of fun friends for at least a week.
- Post sign below until further notice:
As I am nowhere near independently wealthy, the hunt for new cash flow is on. But first, I need a nap. The thought of hunting anything at this moment makes me sleepy. <Big Yawn>