Yup. My midlife crisis is in full swing. Moved house from suburbia to small rural town. Really want to take the next month off and work on projects/inventions. Probably won't get it because the phone keeps ringing and I'm too cowardly to tell everyone to get fucked. I am, however, very quick to decline these days. Just the slightest vibe and I'm 'too busy.'
I've got some ideas which I reckon aren't all too kooky. I'd enjoy putting them together, I'd enjoy running them when completed, and they could potentially make me a shit ton of money.
Whether I become a kick ass contractor with an amazing setup or some crazy hoarder with a backyard full of auction acquired machinery remains to be seen. But if I never stay home and put it together because I spend all my time doing shit for OTHER FUCKING PEOPLE then I'll forever be the guy I am now, and I hate stagnation. Probably because I've been meaning to do this stuff for better then a decade now while all I've done is run around keeping others happy. Well fuck 'em.
So yes, I've had enough too. Of not doing what I want to do. For so goddamn long. Real actual man stuff tho, not lying around on a beach plucking mini-umbrellas out of fruity cocktails.
Fucking off your income altogether is for people with recently dead rich parents. Jumping balls deep into an entirely new venture without 'due dilligence' (asshole's expression but it's true) is foolish. Annoying as it is, I think transitioning into things is just how it works.
Food van is potentially a low capital startup so maybe you could have a crack at it on weekends & holidays. Check health/inspection codes and fees, obviously. Also the question of where you can legally park & sell. These two issues put me off it. In Western Australia you can't park on public land and you can't park on private land without invitation (pronounced 'payoff'). You can't prep in the trailer, even if it's 100% stainless steel, because there's no code certification for a mobile kitchen, and you can't prep in your home since your home won't meet commercial certification standards. Basically it works if you already own a restaurant with a certified kitchen and want to sell what you prepared there from your van or trailer on someone's land who is going charge you money to park there. So there is still no tex-mex in Wesern Australia and I'm still a building contractor, but I digress.
I probably should have just said fuck the rules and done it anyway. The worst infection I ever got came from a splinter from one of many exposed, slime covered beams in a 'commercial kitchen' which were dripping onto the goods in the dry storage room. The place was goddamn vile and filled with lazy idiots. Code certified, my ass. Again, digressing.
Don't make an angry decision and upend your life imo but do lots of research. It's important stuff you'd have to do first anyway so it still counts as progress and you can do it without spending money or losing a job. If you got a wife & kids that's another can of worms, I suppose.
