Another day, another two hundred dollars in Perp funding. The week is still trending to fifteen hundred dollars. It’s so nuts I’m beginning to wonder if I’ve made it. It sure feels like it. Nothing really matters to me right now other than family. Sure, I’m taking care of the house and still trying to do some coding projects, but I don’t really have any ambition or drive to do much else. It’s weird, I’ll admit. I’m still playing piano and video games, but it’s like my life is on permanent vacation now, and I’m totally cool with it. It’s only been two full months, and I don’t feel like I’m ever going to want to go back. We’ll see how long it lasts.
The house is becoming a controlled environment. The kids are a wildcard, of course, but I’m making some progress housetraining them, if you will. It’s not smooth sailing, but I’m comfortable enough with it for now. Next month, when school starts back up, will be a bit of a shock, I’m sure. First off I’m not sure what I’m going to do with myself when I’ll have even less accountability than I do now, and they’ll be dragging all the pressures of the outside world back home with them. I remember what things were like when I was driving to work and dropping them off at daycare; everything was rushed to the clock, and stressful. Hopefully we won’t bring that back.
Missus continues to be stressed out with work. Her troubles are so far removed from what I have to deal with that I don’t know what to tell her. Just to hold on for another year or two and she’ll be in the same position as I. I’m not sure she’d know what to do with herself. We’ll have to wait and see.
The pace of bitcoin adoption seems to be accelerating. This whole deal with the infrastructure bill seems to have woken people up. And every day, more and more bullish news. Coinbase’s user numbers up a thousand percent, AMC will start taking bitcoin for tickets and concessions. It’s happening. And I can’t make up my mind whether my biggest fear is leveraging up too much, or too little.
I’m not being greedy, I don’t think. Making passive income is the dream, and part of me is sceptical that it’ll last, and another part of me is worried that it will last and will be bigger than I can imagine. I think I can handle it. I’m just worried what my motivation will be like when it happens.
I think that’s why I’ve been so lost the last couple days. What’s going to motivate me when my basic needs are covered? I don’t need a bullshit job to keep a roof over my head, keep the kids fed or take care of expenses. Granted, I’m just catching up to what was a shitty salary to begin with, but it’s still a great deal better than what most of the population is making. And it’s nowhere near what I would be making if I was a properly motivated programmer at a big firm. I can honestly say that I have no desire whatsoever to ever go back to that.
At least for the next six weeks or so.