I know I've blogged about how, when I've had a job I didn't like, I would absolutely dread Sunday nights. But now, not having a job, obviously I don't have that dread. That feeling has been replaced by a sense of slight anxiety though, and it's something I'm trying to come to terms with.
The anxiety is rooted in the, "What do I do next" thing that I'm continuously going through. I'm starting to realize that I'm already doing "it," it just doesn't pay as well as what I'm used to. Right now I'm sketching out an actual execution plan for my next project, and I feel a great sense of urgency since it has been on the drawing board for more than a year. And it actually exists in various incoherent pieces that I need to figure out how to glue together, and finish the parts that aren't done. I have to uncomplicate the complicated.
My biggest question mark is still that damn book. I don't know where it fits. I want to finish it, but the practical side of me isn't sure if and when it will benefit me. Everything else on my plate I see an obvious set of potential outcomes.
But hey, my fate is my own at this point, so let's see what I can do with it.
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