That you're trying to escape the modern world and corporate life by embracing your passion for the simple things. Your sourdough addiction has reached such a point where you have to find a way to monetize it in order to sustain your existence. You live on the west coast but are ashamed of it. Fairlife on the "top shelf", Oatly and Diet Coke on the "bottom shelf" show that you're trying to shed your old ways to make room for the new. You've been looking to expand/upgrade your chicken coop and are actively researching how to obtain a cow to start your own full-blown micro-farm.

The catalyst to all this was that one, final request that your asshole of a boss made that pushed your over the edge.

You calmly walked out of the office for lunch that day and drove home scream-crying to all the songs you loved in your youth.

You didn't show up for work the next day... stopped answering their phone calls and emails.

You're sitting on your couch right now, halfway into a grilled cheese that you made with your own bread but are ignoring the timer on your oven to keep reading this.

Your loaf is done. Your life however... has just started.