So I had a great Tuesday evening- listened to live jazz sitting in a park by the (large water body near my house). Had a bit of Pino Grigio. Watched the kid play on the playground. And thought- Wow- freedom is great.
A year ago (well a year and a half ago) I would have been running from work to prepare a meeting part.
Trying to convince my child that the sheer boredom he was experiencing was really absolute joy at attending the meetings.
Giving a meeting part that required transforming a meaningless, repititous bit of drivel into something slightly interesting and spending time after the meeting shepherding/pressuring someone to do more, feel better, etc while trying to convince my wife that it was ok that I was not spending time with her.
Freedom is awesome!!