We should start a club. There are a couple of people at Medium who thought they'd never go back to a job job. For real, one of the objections I had to overcome to get my job here is that years earlier I'd told Ev that "I've gone feral and you'll never catch me with a job again."

So he was pretty confused when I started applying for this one and eventually I realized that to be taken seriously I had to first convince him that I had not, in fact, gone feral.

Turns out being a house cat has some advantages. This job is way harder than what I had been doing in every dimension but my ego. Like you, I was not a healthy boss to myself. And that's the dimension that made me miserable.