Good morning D League. Cool and rainy today, which may be the best of the mid-July options in the swamp on which Washington DC was built.
Got to the entrance at work and suddenly had this brief, intense wave sweep over me that I can only articulate as "I don't want to do this (bleep) anymore." Without my conscious brain being engaged, I actually took a step or two back toward the subway, then remembered my work responsibilities, the family, etc. etc.
It was a strange moment. I suspect there will be more and more of them until one day I just keep walking away. I saw it happen to a buddy a couple years ago who is younger than me. We were in an intense meeting and he just stood up and said, "This is as good a time as any to let you know I'm quitting," and went back to his office, rode out the two week's notice, and was gone. We talk all the time. He hasn't gone back to work, but says he's happier. The difference: He had one kid who was on her own and doing well, and his wife had a big-salary job.