Well. Once again life knocks at the door and presents me with a faceful of mud and a boot to the head.
Faced with imminent loss of jobbage, I of course turn to an acrobat for advice on life. This acrobat, actually: Dextre Tripp. Acrobats, knife-throwers, contortionists, jugglers and the like remind me that there are in fact quite a number of ways to eke out a living, and while I'm not going to take up juggling fire while sitting on a chair balanced on a slack rope, I know that the generally happy demeanor of these folks is due to their finding of...The Thing.
You know: That Thing You Do. Whatever Floats Your Boat. Makes Your Balls Roll, Blows Up Your Skirt, Tempers Your Sausage, and so on.
It's always the same. Whenever I come across someone who's generally happy in life, they invariably have The Thing. They make a living at it, and it changes everything. They all say the same thing: find it. Find The Thing.
Well, I haven't found The Thing, and I'm right pissed about it.
Shortly, I'll have a jobless stretch to do some earnest searching. I've got a fairly good idea about what The Thing might be. We'll see.
