Milan me-lawn

“Terror grips a peaceful city. Terror that wears a loin cloth.”

Sometimes a Freakazoid reference is the best thing to explain how I'm doing.

Ok, its not really a peaceful city, and not so much a beast in a loin cloth, but terror is just about right. I'm currently waging the internal debate of full time in office gig, or go ahead and be a full time hired gun.

It's an interesting dilemma, do I go with the tried and true office and wonderful people and all that jazz, or do I go down hunting after my own clients, my own work, my own horrible horrible stress, with the flex of being available for my boys at all times?

To be honest right now they both seem viable, have fantastic benefits, and I would enjoy both, so I'm a tad torn.

After 17 years in this industry you would think that I would have an easy clear path in front of me, however the 17 years muddle the path, as it leads me to ponder if I'm choosing comfort or growth, and which one is which.

I wish I could tell you what I'm going to do, but even I'm not sure, I suppose this is more of a cathartic expression of my thoughts, and with it the hope of an epiphany.

Sigh.

Well, I have now wasted 2min of your day. You're welcome.

(m.)