Being gainfully unemployed gives a person a blank slate nearly every day to work with. I find myself staring at this blank slate today and feel the need to do something. It seems that my ability to come to a complete stop doesn’t exist.

The beauty of my place in life is that whatever I choose to occupy the slate can be entirely for the joy of it. There will come a time where the practical need for money will present itself again but I won’t need much to stay content. I have abandoned several iterations of the American dream as pipe dreams. All of those dreams are centered upon ownership of things and are thus impossibly low on my priorities list.

Experiences still matter and all practical efforts are to afford me more in this category alone. Necessities first, experiences second, essentially to the exclusion of all other things.