It is easy to get caught in the trap of “defending a narrative”. The story we tell ourselves about ourselves. The real world is vastly more complicated than the TV series, movies, and even books we consume. The plot is not nearly as neat. When I stepped away from the corporate world in 2014, I liked the story of saying to myself I had retired at age 34 and had a big enough engine to be a home maker rather than a bread winner. I (still) believe not all good ideas are good business ideas. There are plenty of good ideas that get ruined by being forced through the monetisation filter. Not everything worth doing can pay for itself. In 2015, I resigned from my three professional qualifications. The amount of work that went into being able to say “I *am* an actuary” was simply the tool I had used to build my engine of capital. I reinstated that qualification in 2017, only two years of no-money later, to do engine repairs. I am now thinking of going through the process of brushing off the others. Turns out life is more conversational than story telling. We get to edit our interpretation, and must constantly adapt, adjust, and accommodate.
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