What a mid-30s career crisis looks likeFor most of my career (it still feels weird to call the things I do for money a “career,” but I digress) I was a freelancer. I didn’t have an office, or a formal setting in which I plied my trade(s). I’d work in bed, in the kitchen, at cafés, and a lot of the time, with a full charge and an Americano at Parc La Fontaine. That all changed when I moved to Toronto and got my first real “office job.” ¶
I’d worked in offices before, sure, but starting in September, 2011, I had a bunch of things I…