Because I’ve been a corpse for too long.
I want to paint mugs, volunteer, write, finish all my books, start the painting I’ve been dreaming about, cook the main course dinners I’ve been contemplating, and not wake up thinking of work everyday.
When money becomes a road block between you and the things you love, what are you supposed to do? The experience will look good for other jobs, it surely presents a token of commitment, but when is it time to stop and move on? I’m always resisting big changes, but eventually this will have to come to an end. Sooner > later.
