The day I quit my tech job was the first day I’d felt like myself in five years. I was 35, and I’d spent 13 years, three or four too long, doing something I didn’t love. It came easy to me; I could run a computer from the age of four. But I never loved it, and that knowledge festered inside me for years. The early 2020s, in isolation, changed everything. I hated who I’d let myself become. Gone was the man I was proud of, the lifelong cerebral palsy sufferer who was brave enough to live and travel alone. In his place was someone terrified. My mobility had reduced, as a few years of inactivity took their toll. I’d lost a lot of my social circle as they started families, got new jobs, and moved out of the city.. Without that network, I lost hope. I didn’t love my…