I’d like to start by describing a scene. You, a hypothetical 30-ish-year-old, have a job. This
job makes you successful, in that
you’re making your own way. You generally enjoy the people you work with. You’re
qualified for your position. You can eat out and enjoy time off. But something
is missing. Something about your day job smacks of capitulation—you feel as
though you’ve somehow given up.