I have a problem with routine.
In 2000 I found myself working at a startup of sorts, a dot-com subsidiary of a magazine. It was miserable. I didn’t like the job, the people or the work. I spent most of my day waiting to go home, and most of the time I was “home” dreading the next day. My misery lapsed into a routine. Work became a parody of “corporate” and as cringe filled as an episode of the Office.
I spent half of every day walking around outside with...