"To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven"
I've been made redundant.
A blessing indeed as I was slowly dying in the Corporate environment that left me drained and numb.
The benefit of the daily grind was that I had something to grind.
It seems ironic but it was nice to have something that you can blame for your predicament.
Now, I have nothing to blame - my time now is spent working through the immediate items that shitted me in my life.
But I do miss that grind - that place where I knew was giving me a warm slow death.
I think to bitch about nothing but I can list 10,000,000+ things that are worse.
The finger points directly at me. It's my call. My decision.
Freedom.
There is no momentum yet. It can be frustrating as it was always go-go-go.
But the world is now different.
Doors open.
Universal Forces seem to ebb and flow regardless.
I need to remember to breathe as my brain adapts to the new situation.
Keep well and flow.