Finding A Life From Which You Don't Need To Escape (The Dollar Vigilante)
Friday September 14th, 2012
I arrived for my first day of work at 7:00am on August 9, 1976.
By 5:00pm the same day I knew that I had made a serious vocational error.
Yet, I spent the next 25 years of my life doing it anyway.
At 49, burned out, tired, out of shape, I quit practicing law and moved to San Miguel de Allende, Mexico. People called me crazy for giving up a very lucrative law practice at the peak of my earning years. They were right, but for the wrong reason.