ABSTRACT
I used to have a “real job.” I was head of a university media production department. Like many people, I got up early, dressed for work, put in my time, came home, and did it again the next day. And the next … for 22 years. In that job I had a lot of friends, made good money, won a bunch of national awards, and supported my family. I enjoyed the work and the steady paycheck, but I longed to be my own boss. For some reason, I always felt that my life was not really mine. As it turned out, neither was that job.
