Last year, I participated in NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month-a poem a day for 30 days) and felt such a great sense of accomplishment I wanted to do it again in 2009. Then April snuck up on me like the shifty little devil she is and BOOM! I almost missed the first day.
Today I met with my old boss and our former client. It seems they can’t live without me us. It is not permanent nor full-time, but I am going to be able to work part-time as an independent contractor for the next few months. And for that I am so extremely happy I can’t begin to even explain. I heard from them a few weeks ago, but it looked like it might fall through so I never shared. Tonight I set up my new, home-based, office. And that is when I noticed the date! So with short notice, no planning and LOST on in 12 minutes you get this crappy poem:My new office is like a garage, large and airy. Wait, it is a garage. My background music is metallic and swooshy, like a washer and dryer. Wait, it is a washer and dryer. My new job is very much like my old job, but without the benefits. Wait, it is my old job. A fresh new month with a fresh new start. Like sunrise after a long dark night.