I have several interests that are almost lifelong. And one that I'm only just now starting to think of in that way.
I'm several months off turning 57, living in a small town of 2000, on disability (ASD), haven't worked in a decade, and I can't turn off thinking about working again.
The sane thing to do would be to retire. There's little work around here, and none that would advance my situation or justify risking my benefits for.
I've considered retraining with a view to self employment, but again, with such a small customer base, we'd starve.
Maybe it's a security issue, but logically, how many of us ever felt that secure in our jobs or businesses?
There's no rational reason to keep torturing myself this way. Yet I can't seem to knock this obsession on it's head... to put it out of my misery. This is one special interest that I wish would just go away. But it's like an itch that screams to be scratched, time after time after time...
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