Yes, I’m trying to start a Substack based on a meme.
But it’s kind of how I’m feeling.
Why? Today is my first day of disability. It’s short-term disability now, but should transfer to long-term disability sometime this summer.
There’s a few reasons why I’ve chosen to finally take this. I could portray it is entirely benevolent — my absence means others keep their jobs, but, really, I’m just finished.
It’s taken me a long time to accept that, but it’s where I am.
What really pushed me over the edge on it was a dream I had. I’d wake up, work out, take care of the dog, shower, clean, write, cook dinner, spend the evening with my wife.
My doctors have been kind of pushing me in that direction for a few years now. 50 is my next milestone birthday. My dad and both of his brothers didn’t make 60. Okay. Let’s do this.
I’m okay with it.
It’s going to be different, but it’s somewhat refreshing.
Tempted to go and play Let Go.
At the same time, there’s a bit of “here we go,” too. All of that happened, and it’s time for something different.
I’ve started setting up a Substack so I can draw some income. Technically I can’t be working while I’m on disability, and will probably have my disability payments reduced based on earnings, but it seems to be the thing to do. Given that basically nobody reads here, anyway, I don’t expect anything significant.
We’ll see where it goes.