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Reverse Neutral Drive

I like what my friend Tara (Mrs. W to you) said this weekend, about different economic classes having different concepts* of time: that people in poverty are focused on the present, middle-class people save for the future, and the rich try to continually relive their (storied, of course) past. Fun little thought. Now...me.

Am trying to sort out all sorts of things (work, not-work, direction, desire, creative output) and one thing I've noticed, looking back on the six months of blog (happy semiversary!) that I've amassed, is that when I write at work (which is the majority of the time), it often seems morose or petulant...and I think it's because I'm writing at work, and I'm hurried, and I try to tackle ideas too big for the time I can allot to them. I wonder how it will change once I'm writing at home more. (Once I'm writing more, period. I have delusions about freelancing already and yet I have no portfolio to speak of.) I will start writing more. I will start exercising more. I will start volunteering more. I will not curse myself for going in with my roommates on digital cable, which means I now have a dozen movie channels plus the East- and West-Coast feeds of HBO. Nope.

Oh, and since you're wondering: I feel great about my decision to leave The Job. I just wish I had had the sense to realize that I will not be alone among my friends in Unemploymentland.


*Or conceptions? Maybe that's it.
peachy as always, Mike at 11:56 AM