One of the joys of swimming in a pool late in the evening on summer days is to slowly glide through still water that is three-bear’s-not-to-hot-and-not-too-cold. Every now and then your strokes will take you through a cooler patch of water, an isolated area of not quite chillness, but certainly noticeable. If you aren’t prepared for these patches first comes the surprise followed by the hope that the bubble is only a small one.
Such is life at the moment. A patch, bubble, confined to a small area (I hope) of events that could be classed as irritating, unlucky, devastating or character building, depending how you look at them.
I have been trying to imagine what my life looks like from the outside. Probably a soap opera.
Planned and executed my exit from the corporate world. Walked away with a 6 figure payment to boot.