My old coke-snorting, garage-show attending, freedom-espousing self who confidently told her mother that she would NEVER work a full-time job would be horrified to see me now. I sit at a desk 40 hours a week, write copy, attend zoom meetings and company parties, and get excited for “career development” Here’s the thing though. I’m sitting in my living room letting my AC wash over me, a comfortable 65 degrees in the midst of a heatwave. Eat your heart out freedom, I’m staying cool.