Sometimes I daydream about having a job that’s far removed from technology. A job that’s miles away from a computer screen. A job where I make tangible objects with my own two hands. Something artisanal. Something that benefits people in hyperlocal, extremely direct ways. Something more than pushing pixels.
Working in the digital sphere has it’s benefits, and on most days I enjoy it, but there is something impending to me about dealing in “ones and zeros.” Even after I’ve made something beautiful, it feels inferior to something handcrafted out of physical matter. Something you can hold or feel. Sometimes my life’s work feels like an apparition.
Maybe someday I’ll quit the pixels in pursuit of truly analog existence. Maybe someday I’ll own that bait shop in a sleepy beach town.