Day 1: Coming to Grips

First, I'll take the opportunity to explain why you should read my slightly insightful and perhaps borderline useless ramblings... Essentially, they are about what I've learned about life and at times how down right shitty it is to learn them.

But perhaps even  more specifically it's a way to release the tension and creative juices that might otherwise go unnoticed during a spat of what I would like to call a period of "forced relaxation." This is my diary of what happens after you celebrate your  downsizing, restructuring, lay-off mid-life-crisis or whatever brought you to happy world of joblessness  with a bottle of cheap wine and perhaps a pack of cigarettes too many.

So about me.

Until recently--read yesterday--I was a relatively successful early-mid-30s corporate communications and PR professional at one of Canada's largest companies. I swear if I hear "At least you have the summer off..." one more time, I'll but the hiss back in hissy fit. I haven't had the full summer off since I was 13, so I find the whole thing a bit foreign and  just not right.  So in trying to answer the question... What does one do, in the summer, when everyone else is working and you're sitting back burning through your severance package like the Human Torch at a Hallmark?

Well, seeing I have time to kill, I pledge to learn one new thing each day about me and about the city I live in... Toronto, as well as what brought me to this point.

Today--I paint the deck. This may seem like a fairly easy task... But I warn you, I have never been one for manual labour. And by manual labour, I mean anything that requires the I need to wear rubber gloves (i.e., cleaning the toilet),  or has the remotest change of me getting dirty.  To me, there is no crime more heinous than a dirty fingernail... probably the reason my career path has taken me down mid-level-management in an air-conditioned office route, rather than someone who is actually talented and I don't know building stuff with a hammer and tools and stuff.

 I'll have to see how this goes...but let's face it, it's 10:45 and I need a reason to get out of bed.

Oh ya,  I fully admit that there is probably no earth-shattering revelation in what I've written above, that's live lesson number one... there doesn't always have to be a reason for things... sometimes it is what it is, because, it just is what it is.