With mastery comes the risk of a corrosive kind of comfort. I've essentially done the same job for 15 years. A honkin chomk of my life. The ego i have about it comes from being able to do it underwater/ blindfolded /with my toes / both hands tied behind my back. But am i allowing complacency to eat out an elsewise fulfilling life or is it fine for a job to be perpetually just ok? How do I reconcile liking my bills paid from wanting to retire immediately to make elephant shit pinch pots? Can I use ai to outsource my life this way god damn it














