Day in day out, its work at around 8am; getting dinner in and arriving home before 8pm is an achievement. Most days, approximately 9pm. I don’t hate my job, but saying that I love it is a stretch. I am proud of what I do though, which is probably more than some could ask for.
I feel like the ability to write even moderately well is a bit of a struggle nowadays. All I write are corporate-style emails. You know the type: “Hope this finds you well…”, “… follow-up…” or, the worst, “Noted”.
So here I am, trying to get back into it. Reading more again, and maybe getting some writing done, so that in the years to come, I might look back at these digital etchings and see if I’ve done slightly better for myself. If nothing else, I expect to be wiser, because that’s what’s aging and experience is supposed to do.