Today has been quite the day.
The freelance translation project that has kept me chained to my desk for the past four days is finally finished. I am free to move around again, away from the computer — even venture outside, if I so wish it. Which I did.
It was bright out there.
If you are a regular reader, dear Reader, you will know that I hate my full-time job. In fact, I once blogged that I hate it so much that I was sort of daring them to fire me.
Cheeky buggers that they are, they decided to take me up on that dare.
Cheeky bugger that I am, I was already halfway through the elaborate interview process with another company, the prospects for which looked quite good.
Cheeky buggers that they are, however, they decided — after two months and three separate interviews — that now wasn’t the right time to be hiring any new employees.
The future isn’t entirely bleak. I have money in the bank, and have gotten a couple nibbles regarding other jobs. But the smooth transition I’d hoped for will apparently not be happening.
As I blogged about not too long ago, I once studied martial arts — the combative kind rather than the defensive. I gave them up when I feared I was becoming prone to violence. An animal.
It was a lot of work undoing the mindset I’d put myself in during that period.
Over a decade later, in a country in which I was not born but fully intend to die … three and a half months after having my back royally fucked up in a train cabin stuffed beyond capacity by idiots who would rather pack themselves in to the point of physically injuring one another than be an hour or two late for work … I can finally pick up my dumbbells again.
Can finally work out again.
Can finally launch kicks at 100% percent speed and strength, shooting them off hard enough to make the door rattle again.
Tonight, I am pacing my room and throwing a flurry of punches and elbows, chaining techniques into a pattern of attacks my head had long forgotten but my body still remembers. My heart pounds, my chest and forehead are damp with sweat.
I feel like an animal.
And right now, an animal is exactly what I want to be.
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