Man caves are special. I’m writing this from my man cave. To the outsider it probably looks like a study as it contains my pc, a printer and books. But there’s also a decanter, an old Imperial typewriter on the floor, some pewter, a model car (the sporty one I’ll never afford) and various other bits that say ‘this space is mine.’
I needed to get unstuck. A few years ago I was the head of a small but busy university department. Today, I work for myself. At first, the transition was financially costly, but it was planned well in advance so there were no surprises. I can’t say I went through a midlife crisis so much as sensing there were other things I wanted to do, at a time and in a way I wanted to do them. The thought took hold, developed, and the rest as they say, is history.