It’s been almost exactly two years since I last worked for anyone else. Two years since I made a paycheck. Two years since I commuted. Two years since we bought a tiny A-frame camper, eventually living on the road.
This level of autonomy and freedom to design my day, week, month, and year is something I’ve grown to feel is intrinsic to my being. I put a high value on individualism, self-direction, and self-motivation.
This is my biggest realization of staring into the mirror of life. I always assumed that school or work (or both) kept me bouncing around like a deranged lunatic.
But I now know, in absence of traditional work, that pacing around the house with a sense of urgency at 2:00 pm for absolutely no reason whatsoever is something clearly inherent to me.