"No, my law practice is not that successful. I get by."
Essentially that's what a lawyer told me early this week. We happened to be sitting next to each other on a lecture about the Reformation in England. Only out of the New York Metro area since April 2014, I was stunned by the lack of a careerist spin. We were talking in Tucson, Arizona. In Tuscon, success metrics are irrelevant.
The way there from Jersey City was to Manhattan via the Path train. Later, when I had the credentials to relocate to Connecticut, it was on the Metro North commuter line. Forget any other sandbox to play in.
Likely that's why it took me to young old age to unbundle working for a living from extreme careerism. Yes, the assumption was that the toys that the 1% values will only come to us if we can figure out how to operate in that one sandbox.
Simply doing the work is an option, I have discovered in the Southwest. The goal is to have enough to pay the bills. If there is more than enough, no one wants to hear about it. They don't care. It took a few months to stop "reporting" how my executive communications boutique since its spring relocation. Now that I have, it's been easier to make new friends.