In the end, you're the one who has to put on your big boy pants and do what needs to be done. Nobody else is gonna do it for you. We all understand the risks and choose to ride, and that's just how it is. Nothing wrong with this decision. It just means you're willing to make that sacrifice for your family.
And hey, it's not like you're letting go entirely, right? I mean, you've obviously still got the need for speed, just now it's four wheels instead of two. Wish I knew somebody with an old car like that that could sell it to ya.
Good luck, bro.
Big boy pants. What a burden.
Nobody said life was easy. Dig your claws into the bedrock, turn against the hurricane and STAND.