Driven

I quit Free Bread Inc about 5-6 months ago. Part of the reason I am writing this is to get the story down on paper because I think its a good one. It’s a story of quitting your dream. I have quit more than one dream, which sounds defeatist. Maybe it is.

My memories of the very end of free bread’s 8 1/2 year life come in memory flashes that actually bring discomfort and pain. It was a dramatic time for me because there was zero money and the work I was doing required a great deal of physical labor. I was running on fumes again, always running on fumes.

Free Bread started right around 2012, you can read a little about its beginnings here if you are so inclined. You’ll notice a few other ventures that I have tried- there was a garden that you can read about here and a failed blog here. At some point I will get up the nerve to write about my AdHd diagnosis where I start to understand why I have so much fucking spaz energy but this is kind of how everything ties together. Here, at iquiteverything.com. It’s February 26th 2020. I don’t have a job, but I might get a paying gig- so while I wait for someone to pay me to do something I thought I’d at least spend some time writing shit down.

I had been trained as an actor (I actually got kicked out of acting school but that’s a different story) but was not a fan of the way acting made me feel about myself so this led me to quit acting. I was very poor after grad school, and a last ditch effort I decided to work as an administrative assistant at a Private Equity group which was a nice 60K salary and I could start living a decent way of life. This