My last post on getting fired was the most viewed thing I’ve ever published. This one is in the spirit of “whats next?” Short answer: I don’t know. Longer answer below. I’ve been here before. I’m approaching a dusty intersection in the middle of America. My brakes make a metal on metal dog whistle screech as I come to a stop. There’s no one around. This patch of ground is so flat you could watch your dog run away for three days. The breeze is dragging its fingers through brown and yellow waist high prairie grass. The intersection is T shaped; I could make a right, a left, or make a three point turn and head back in the direction that I came from.
Yes. I completely feel you. Every bit of it. You have more drive and gumption than I, and my money's on you.