Temporary reprieve from insanity proves to be permanent, or how I became a freelance writer

I'm re-posting a blog post of Paul Lima's from August 9, 2007. Thought some of you would find it of interest.

At the age of 35, I successfully retired from reality. For 15 years I was a slave the early morning alarm clock shattering dream state sleep, cold showers to get out the cobwebs, mindless commutes to an office. Monday to Friday, 9 to 5. Taking work home evenings and weekends. Falling asleep while reading memos and reports.

The middle manager, white-collar life.

I needed a break. At least