Spoke with my sister tonight. She went on and on about her kids and home schooling and politics...

All of my sisters only want to talk about the shit their going through with their kids. Every one of them.

Thankful to be mid thirties with no rug rats. Worlds my oyster.

I told her I might stop working, because I can. She couldn’t comprehend the freedom I have.

Gents, be happy. I know that that’s my focus. I enjoy my work at the moment but know I can stop and be juuuust fine.