So far the strangest thing about not having a job is how busy I feel. I feel busy every day, just as busy if not busier than when I had a job. What the freak is that all about? It is like time is compressing in on itself and I'm left to wonder both where the time went and how can I do a better job of it not going there so quickly. Granted, some time is just wasted. After writing in the morning, I always take a lunch break. And it's very easy for the lunch break to become an early afternoon break. I follow far too many shows on Hulu currently (I don't have a TV, but I do have a laptop). But, if I'm being honest, I also spent a decent amount of time futzing on the internet when I had a job. You can use the internet fairly efficiently if you are fitting it in between meetings, or while on hold, or in those twenty minutes before the work day ends and you realize you don't have time to start anything new. But when you aren't using the internet to self-medi
"In the midst of winter I found in me an Invincible Summer." - Camus ...On exploring strength in its many forms: strong people, strong writing, strong curiosity, obsessions, stances, and loves. Strength as a concept wide enough to encompass fear, truth, vulnerability, and joy.