Another Day, Gone

The challenge is this - reading some of the materials last night, it is clear that freedom of the tourist venture will come at a price and will not be easy.  You might make, in a year, what you make in a month or three at the current gig.  Which raises the question as to how long you could reasonably extend the firm pay cheques while starting down the new path.  Out of the question if both steps are taken at the same time, but perhaps within reason if it is one or the other.

But then you struggle through another day, in which the motivation to put on a tie is simply not there for the back-to-back meetings, and the familiarity of it all seems so...  tepid.  The efforts strained, the conversations over food court Seoul chicken so recycled.  The idea of change, of adventure seems so promising by comparison.  The inability to break free so prison-like in its effect on the mind, as you wait.  Dah, Dah-dah, dah-Dah.  Bad to the bone ring tone.  Ha.

The key to everything likes with the Bark.  Be sure to set the stage with the proper applications, but postpone the decision-making until you emerge from the other side come May.  See how the dilemmas look from the Southern Ocean.  How things may look different there, then, and here, after.  On so many fronts.  But keep a notebook to download the thinking.  One thing is decided.

Freedom 40.  Something wholly new by then.