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I have had nearly 50 years of cultural programming telling me that a career defines my purpose. While I don't necessarily believe that, it's difficult to outrun that programming sometimes.

And since I don't really have a career anymore, days at home are absolutely crushing me. If I'm not in nature, I just feel like I'm drifting.

I'm counting the days until I hit the road as a nomad, but I still fear the downtime. Any semblance of boredom stirs up the melancholy.