From the archive

You're finally free. Why does it feel like this?

An ordinary afternoon that nobody can commandeer is already something. So is discovering that you don't particularly enjoy what you used to fantasize about. At least the discovery is yours. The kitchen is still quiet. The coffee is going cold. For once there isn't an emergency telling you who to be. It's uncomfortable. You can let it stay uncomfortable for a minute before hiring another bastard to organize your life around.