After a bumpy start, in my late 20’s I decided it was time to get a career and move on in the world. Time to start adulting. You know, work harder, take on more responsibility, earn more money, and probably wear a suit more. Buy grown-up things. And despite not really knowing what I was doing it turned out I was pretty good at this career thing. Things went stellar in fact. By 38 I was a director of a multi-billion-pound international business. I earned a great salary, had a big house with several acres of land, a couple of cars, all the gear for several expensive hobbies, and shiny toys for the garden like chainsaws and ride-on lawnmowers.
The downside of all that was that in reality I was miserable as fucking sin.Continue reading