The day I quit the cube farm and became a Fromager

It was my first day in the cube farm.

And it did not last long.

I took one look and thought to myself, I will not last one minute.

I thought of A Walk in the Woods by Bill Bryson and Walden by Thoreau.

I thought of scenes from Office Space and Fight Club. Further, I visualized myself melting into a puddle of wax like a candle out of an Indiana Jones movie.

And then I had an epiphany.

I could change my life trajectory in a flash.

I could seize the entrepreneurship lifestyle so many adore and talk about.

It was a wizard-like stroke of insight.

I could become a Fromager, an expert who makes cheese.

https://www.instructables.com/Basic-Steps-of-How-to-Make-Cheese/

What indeed could be better than such an escape?

Visions of sharp, soft, and gooey cheese melted into my brain.

The much sought-after lifestyle of the fromager had never previously crossed my mind.

Oh, mild-cheddar bliss!

The cheese caves. The dark must funk of the fascinating cheese universe. I could not resist the idea.

I promptly walked into my new boss’s office and told him Goodbye.

He could see the sparkle in my eye, his eyebrow slightly raised.

The alarm buzzed.

Startled, I half opened an eye and then realized it was Monday.

Motorcycle JoyMachine

Sometimes when I wake up, I don’t feel like going to work. The sheets are warm and it is still dark outside. The blackness of sleep engulfs my brain. I think to myself I should really get a work-from-home kind of job. It is Monday afterall. The call from management with someone saying, You know what, take the day off doesn’t ever ring.

Then I remember, I’m riding my motorcycle to work. I literally spring out of bed like an activated mousetrap. I think about skipping the coffee (but I don’t) and I race out the door and ride slow because life is the journey.

Being able to hop on and ride the KLR650 turns the morning slog into an adventure. This one factor changes everything I had previously thought about the day.

The gray fog world transforms as the sun bursts pink and orange. Rising over the trees, shining bright and almost blinding my eyes from the traffic light, I accelerate and smile east into the sun. I have a 360 degree view.

As I shift from second to third, I think, riding to work is far better than driving to work (and safer if everyone did it). You are super aware of your surroundings. Your radar is sharp, defensive driving skills astute. You’re not complacent or distracted. You don’t text and drive. I am always surprised why more people don’t ride. It is okay. Drivers just don’t know how much fun they are missing out on. 

Life is undoubtedly better on a motorcycle. Riding is like being in a secret society. Passing by other riders, you give the friendly low wave, the acknowledgment nod. Cruising by you both know you have the same shared joy.

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Thanks for reading,

Cory