Tony said something to me tonight that resonated. He said that he regrets that I’m not starving, because my foot-dragging with my business-development work is made possible only by virtue of a steady check from the hospital. Were I unemployed, I’d have to sink or swim without recourse to a safety net.
He’s right, of course. He succeeded in establishing his law practice because he suddenly found himself as an unemployed young attorney with bills and no revenue stream. He worked, because not working was not an option.
It makes me wonder whether I should consider the nuclear option.