I’m inspired by this NYT OpEd piece.

Lately, I’ve had a feeling of inner unrest.  I want to do something disconnected.  Something with adrenaline, something without technology.  Something.

I think I might try to work as a barista for a year.  Why not?  I’ve always wanted to do it.  What better time than now?

Granted, the logical side of me says no, get a real job.  But, I don’t want one.  I want to be young and live in the moment since I’ll have 5+ years to be a slave to my passion.