I didn't choose to loose my job, but since I did, I'm choosing to use my time wisely. Wisely meaning; learning to do nothing. Nothing meaning; all the things I normally tell myself I don't have time for. I've traveled, got a bike and ride it, read books, visit people I like and enjoy the company of. It's been good. It is all very good.
And then an itch. Itch, itch, scratch. An itch to pick up and get back on track. As much as I've enjoyed lazy, I'm itching to start working again. In my way, on my own terms, with my ideas in focus and remembering: ugly is OK.
It starts right here: