Genuinely if you choose to relocate, and it's not with anyone, you need to find a job. My adoptive dad manages a pharmacy, and works 8 hour days to support his family (i.e. me and my mom and brother). He works 8 hour days, 5 to 6 days a week on his feet running a local pharmacy to support himself and his family. I'm starting to get old enough where I can appreciate the nobility of a lifestyle choice like that more than I used to. My writing work ethic always has been inspired by my adoptive father's work ethic. No one really can say he's not a hard worker, because he is a hard worker. He sacrifices a lot of things to make my life easier. The older you get the more you do tend to relate to being a cog in the machine I guess. You can't ALWAYS "dream your way into the dreamy perfect powerful life you've always wanted and lusted after, no strings attached" like all the self-mastery new agey books talk about. Sorry, if you're like 90% of the population, you gotta work, not dream. And there's no guarantee your dream won't destroy your life as mine has done to my lifestyle anyway...
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