running and running until she reaches / at last the one and only door

I've spent a large chunk of this weekend on hold with a bank, long enough that I've essentially memorized all the transitions in their automated messages.

I am reminded that time is a luxury. One of the reasons I have time to patiently repeat verification details over and over again is because I am do not currently have a "full-time" job.

My last day "in the office" was April 16. In lieu of being defined as a productive member of society, I've been using the weeks since to schedule and go to long overdue doctor's appointments, cranking through errands, making headway on my personal email, reconnecting with friends and family. Appalled to report that I have not played a single video game yet.

I have also spent some of this time handwringing about obligations (rent does not pay itself); attempting to politely defer conversations with recruiters; trying to remember how to do good audio; and staring at a document entitled The Plan, or What Should I Be Doing With My Life. The document contains twenty seven (27) characters beyond the title.