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Infinite

Rainy days always tend to give me this infinite feeling. Like I have all the time in the world to get stuff done because hey, it's not even really NICE enough outside to do anything.

I'm actually EXCITED if you can believe it that I'm going to be sitting in on a Friday night, banging away in various capacities on a computer. In a basement office.

Many of you are probably picturing a dull dreary existence I'm leading, to be so excited about GREY and DARK.

Perhaps it's simply the way I'm feeling. More productive with the darker things in life.

I'm up and down about the job search. It's never fun for anyone but just like travelling extensively, you learn a lot about yourself and in the end, you'll probably come out a better person.

Some days I want to just hurry up to the better person part. Some days I'm quite happy to just be looking around, seeing what's out there, waiting for a perfect opportunity to come my way.

I've started down a path of freelance which is not currently 100% lucrative but certainly could be. It's all about focus, determination and dedication. And I'm getting there.

I'm still not convinced that I don't want a 9-5. There is so much more I think I can learn at a company and that I can offer an industry.

For now, I'm just going to keep throwing the balls at the universe and let it help me figure it out.

But for today, I'm going to just get down to it, feel productive and look forward to my evening BBQ.

What? You thought a little rain was going to stop a Canadian like me? Try again.

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