A hill of a post
My annual summer solstice post is being written days after the solstice. A wildfire broke out near the hill I write from, and the sky was too smoky and cloudy for an effective sunset to provide inspiration. Then, Lori and I were in Colorado for five days for my niece's wedding. We got back but I was slammed with work that invaded my evenings. I finally moderately caught up to come out to my hillside tonight, but another problem awaited — I have no idea what to write about. The last year has been good and bad. Freelance work has been hit or miss — enough to sustain (helped by my severance and unemployment insurance) but not as full as I hoped. I applied for more than 100 jobs in the last year and got three total interviews. Most of the jobs I didn't want anyway because I want to make the freelance thing thrive, but it was nonetheless not encouraging. That said, I haven't been unhappy or stressed out. I'm sleeping at night. I've lost a nice chunk of weight (after bein...