But now I have another problem. What if I survive longer than I expect? What exactly do I do with my life? Go back into that thankless world of academia? Hell no! Draw a disability check while bicycling across New Mexico or attempting long distance runs and traverses? Philosophically that is fraught with problems. What do I have to offer, and how do I go about doing it?
If all goes fairly well, I will be set free from here in eight weeks, and you can bet that I will be living as large and loud as I can, knowing that I have that little dark bird on my shoulder. I know I will never make it to retirement age. But adventuring without a mission, without being attached to something larger than what I am doing at the moment, that eventually becomes unfulfilling. As Deborah says, "Send your questions out into the universe and it will take care of you." So there it goes: POOF - out into the ether.
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