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I Was Dying
My life was the illness
We’ve all been in that place where we thought we needed to be. We had that list of accomplishments and checklist that needed to be completed by a certain age. This writer sort of just drifted from one thing to the next from 1997 to quite recently.
On the outside it all looked great. I was a fine example of success even owning my own business. I had moved into my second (far larger) house in a desirable neighborhood. This was complimented by having a nice new work vehicle a wife and 2 dogs. It all looked great from the outside.
What is rarely expressed by all those who inhabit this type of lifestyle is the incremental continuation of burden. The load was becoming more evident and the weight was increasing to a point where I could no longer comfortably carry it. Something needed to happen. Either I had to become stronger to shoulder it all, some of the load needed dropped or something would have to break.
The job
In my line of work, when you stay in the immediate area, you don’t necessarily have a buffet to pull from. I knew that I had outgrown the resources available and it was time to go further afield.
My work is fulfilling because not everyone can do it and it is incredibly satisfying to be “the guy” called in when things have gone south. The issue…
