The roller coaster continues to roll. It wends and weaves its way along the rails, faster, slower, up and down but I get the impression that someone is building the rails ahead of me and changing direction far faster than can be mapped out or viewed.
Life changes. Life goes on. Accidents happen or, perhaps, they're not accidents but you still have to stop, mop up the mess and move along.
There was a plan. There were ideas and challenges and, ultimately, a plan. And yet that plan has been changed. Not by me, not by us but by business and I find myself with far too much time on my hands and nothing formulated to fill it other than writing about the time stretching ahead and the efforts I'm going to in order to find something permanent to fill the void.
Work has been a constant for nearly 30 years. I don't know how to not work. I don't know how to sit around and fill time, except for the odd weekend or holiday when time had an end and wasting a few hours here or there is nothing to worry about.
It's the ability to waste it now that is my biggest worry.