Michael liked earning $280,000 a year. But everything else about his job stunk: the 90-hour weeks; the pressure; his boss. Yes, the pay was good. But as Michael said, "It takes a big chunk of cheese to keep a rat running this maze day after day."
Occasionally he thought about quitting - just walking away. Then he would remind himself of all his responsibilities. The lease on his Manhattan apartment. The payments on his Jaguar. The monthly service on his six platinum credit cards - they constantly stayed near the max.
Even his therapist was a necessary expense. Dr. Eck was the only thing keeping him sane.
Then one day, his accountant jokingly remarked how lucky he was that Michael was not an artist. If Michael were just a painter, his expenses would drop nearly to zero, and he wouldn't need an accountant.
A few bucks for paints, canvas, brushes and turps - a bicycle for transportation - maybe a loft somewhere in Jersey. Even clothes from a recycle shop.....Read more »

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