You Must Consider Studying Insurance if you HATE Working Normal Shit
So, first off, I’m not here to sell you any courses or anything. While I hope to build my Medium portfolio to include a diversity of pieces, ultimately there’s a story behind each one that relates to my life somehow. I think loads of folks are just like me, stuck in a mental rut or feeling like we need to be doing more.
I’ve found myself at age 29, married, and unemployed. Thank god my angel husband has taken the role of primary breadwinner, and happily so, and has made it very clear if I don’t want to work I don’t have to, (and do not get the wrong idea about him — he has not for one second prevented me from working, he just knows the 9–5 is not my cup of tea, but more on that later). However, despite the fact my life is a-ok, wonderful, and I spend my days writing and/or reading (along with healing from fucked up trauma that happened to me six months ago), I still have this nagging thought in the back of my brain that I must *do* something.
Writing doesn’t qualify. At least, not yet. I’ve made a wonderful $2.17 from my writings on Medium, (but am slowly but surely building up followers — I think 47 for only posting a couple things here and there for like a month isn’t so bad to start off with), but that’s not exactly taxable territory. I also have worked regular 9–5 hours before, all in comfortable office environments or from home. Yet still those kinds of jobs in which I worked under another person made me dread waking up.
For example, during the pandemic, I was lucky enough to immediately find a job in my field that was secure and paid a decent income in an inexpensive area of Arizona, (Cochise County, to be precise). I thought to myself, wow wonderful opportunity I’ve been granted. Let’s not fuck it up.
I fucked it up.
I didn’t want it. I regularly obtained marijuana illegally from a neighbor whose clients were veterans from the Vietnam war and spent the remainder of the day after work getting stoned and smoking hookah (at the same time). I was fat during that period so fortunately I didn’t drink alcohol. To be fair it was a boring fucking job, but I still left it after…