Every year my mom asks me what I want for my birthday. I can’t remember the last time I could think of something solid.

When I try to get a little selfish and think come on, let’s get a greedy – there has to be something I really want – the first thing that comes to mind is “more free time”. When I think “free time”, I don’t mean “leisure time”. Sure, more leisure time would be nice, but what I really want is more time to work on more stuff.

I have a pretty low-key job, at least relative to the average job in America. I put in my forty hours a week and don’t often put in hours on the weekend or in the evenings. I travel a small amount, but otherwise I do most of my work from home. So no, I don’t feel like I’m working myself to death. I’m hobbying myself to death.