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It ocurred to me today like a great insight as to why I don't like working, have been unhappy doing it, can't concentrate on it anymore, and the negative impact it has had on my life. I've been working in the white collar world since I was 21 - I'm now 50. And I feel like I've been a gay person living in the closet in a straight world.
I grew up poor in the Bronx, New York and I never really felt as if I belonged in the white collar world. I never enjoyed it but felt it was a challenge to succeed in that world, what was expected and the family competition and it was good money. So I would have been stupid for not taking the money. I might have been happier doing something I felt was productiive - I don't know what - making something?
The only analogy that seems to fit is that I feel like I'm gay in a straight world and am about to come out of the closet when I retire.
There was an article I read called "Tweener". A "Tweener is a ball that gets hit between the centerfielders in baseball. The writer was saying that he grew up poor in NYC and now was middle class. He didn't feel as if he fit with his old poor world or in his new middle class world.
Sounds crazy I know but that is the way I think and feel about it.
This is another step towards my retirement in June.
I grew up poor in the Bronx, New York and I never really felt as if I belonged in the white collar world. I never enjoyed it but felt it was a challenge to succeed in that world, what was expected and the family competition and it was good money. So I would have been stupid for not taking the money. I might have been happier doing something I felt was productiive - I don't know what - making something?
The only analogy that seems to fit is that I feel like I'm gay in a straight world and am about to come out of the closet when I retire.
There was an article I read called "Tweener". A "Tweener is a ball that gets hit between the centerfielders in baseball. The writer was saying that he grew up poor in NYC and now was middle class. He didn't feel as if he fit with his old poor world or in his new middle class world.
Sounds crazy I know but that is the way I think and feel about it.
This is another step towards my retirement in June.