Seal of approval.
It's too easy to remain in the worn-down circle, a donkey yoked to a grinding wheel, blinkered and in the rut.
I'm getting old and facing the choices around maintaining a lifestyle which serves mainly to allow me to remain in the same position working to pay for the house which is close to work, versus taking a step now to pursue what I am drawn to.
A rare sunny winter day, and I've woken late due to being unable to sleep well, a reaction to a worklife issue. This may be the the final straw, so instead of wasting the remainder of the day working yet again on the front end of the van I just may as well take it out for a change of scene.
That's the road to Red Rocks seal colony, about halfway along. Looking back I can see the tip of south Wellington. So far I've driven through thick sand, across piles of gravel, driven along angled on the high berm of the track side. The van is great: predictable, stable, goes where you point it, and crawls along through anything.
Further around across the streams is no problem, and in the slightly rougher section it just walks up out of the dips.
But Jesus, talk about being in a rut, might as well be down town, pedestrians are everywhere, half of them meandering oblivious, there's a carpark round the Devil's Gate: it's another example of Wellington's increasingly crowded state. Never used to be like this.
I can see 6 seals in this picture.
I think the badge is fooling people.
So I'm in the position of finishing paying off the credit card, prepping with a few things like clothes, tools, glasses, shoes, general supplies, and then quitting for a life of making and doing.
Or maybe you know cut down to 4 days a week.
Assuming I can bring myself to go to work on Monday.
I'm getting old and facing the choices around maintaining a lifestyle which serves mainly to allow me to remain in the same position working to pay for the house which is close to work, versus taking a step now to pursue what I am drawn to.
A rare sunny winter day, and I've woken late due to being unable to sleep well, a reaction to a worklife issue. This may be the the final straw, so instead of wasting the remainder of the day working yet again on the front end of the van I just may as well take it out for a change of scene.
That's the road to Red Rocks seal colony, about halfway along. Looking back I can see the tip of south Wellington. So far I've driven through thick sand, across piles of gravel, driven along angled on the high berm of the track side. The van is great: predictable, stable, goes where you point it, and crawls along through anything.
Further around across the streams is no problem, and in the slightly rougher section it just walks up out of the dips.
But Jesus, talk about being in a rut, might as well be down town, pedestrians are everywhere, half of them meandering oblivious, there's a carpark round the Devil's Gate: it's another example of Wellington's increasingly crowded state. Never used to be like this.
I can see 6 seals in this picture.
I think the badge is fooling people.
So I'm in the position of finishing paying off the credit card, prepping with a few things like clothes, tools, glasses, shoes, general supplies, and then quitting for a life of making and doing.
Or maybe you know cut down to 4 days a week.
Click to viewAssuming I can bring myself to go to work on Monday.