Forward, always forward.

I have lost my job, lost it, and now I have to find another. This job I lost I had held for five years and worked very hard to get and now it's gone and I do not want another like it because in hindsight, it was not a healthy or rewarding career to have.

So here I am. Months without work and the career path I'd been following since junior high has crumbled and I don't have the desire to piece it back together again. Now I'm tired all of the time. I want to sleep in late and go to bed early and those hours that I am awake I wonder how much a gun costs and if showers clean well. Work shouldn't mean so much to me but it does, I'm lost without it.

I will find something else, I'm sure of it, but how often do you stumble upon a job, a career, that's the love of your life? Hopefully it happens more than once.

San Francisco is now gone for me and I live south, down in the heated valley where technology breeds. I am not a technologically minded man, I use words and this skill is useless I've come to find unless you know the languages that build the invisible worlds of servers and databases.

I will march on as always, going forward, always forward, and I hope that again in hindsight I will find that this lost patch of my life was necessary to get somewhere far greater, far more fulfilling than where I was headed before.