I am pretty good at the good. I have learned to survive the bad. But the in between may be the thing that gets the best of me.
Today, I found myself at home--released from one gig, not booked for
another--nothing dire, just something different from what I'd expected.
It should have been a celebration--not out of work, just home from work,
not desperate for free time, but full of it. I could have chosen to
enjoy the sun. I could have chosen to accomplish the normally
unaccomplishable. Instead, I spent my day halfway between here and
there, partway between done and undone, midway between a feeling of
complete freedom and a feeling of complete captivity.
I will return to work as usual (as usual as work is in the life of a
freelancer). Could today have been better? Maybe. Could today have been worse? Perhaps. Honestly, I
really couldn't tell you, because I pretty much spent it in between.