Fifteen (8/3)

End of the first half of writing.  Good thing, but, eventually, I’ll get everything setup the way.

I don’t know.  I feel a lot better this year than I did the previous two.

I’m maneuvering in to probably where I belong.  I really wish it paid more money, but whatever.

Meanwhile, I have recruiters nibbling constantly.  At the same time, part of me wants to stay where I am.  I do like the people I’m working with, and the work I’m doing.

It’s different;  I haven’t had that in I don’t know how many years.

The material desires that would have consumed me in the past are just gone.

Maybe that’s strange.  Maybe.

But what can I say?  Perhaps I should reanalyze things on Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs.

So much of what I’d been trying to do the past few years was really just about keeping things afloat.

I’ve succeeded, though.   I’m still alive.  I still love my wife, and I think that feeling is mutual (most days).  There’s light at the end of the financial tunnel I dug for myself.

I’m still alive.  My wife still loves me.  I can sorta look at myself in the mirror.

This weekend, I will work.  I am 100% okay with this.  In my previous roles, that would have driven me completely insane.

Part of my impetus to write previously, though, might have been my dissatisfaction.  It was something to do to divert my attention from the bad shit that was going on.

I don’t have that anymore.

I do plan to stick with this for the month, but I might not do it next year.

NoJoMo in November will require additional prompts.  We shall see.