marketing professional with an emphasis in artificial intelligence and a degree in business from the university of online advertising and education.

shoes greened from cutting grass and the socks falling down.

sunburned skin and a walk down to the lake.

blue coffee. brown table. fake green plants.

disjointed tables. cabinets built into the wall. summer time freedom and a thousand pounds lifted off my shoulders.

there are times during these early days where it feels like i broke free from the imaginary chains that i allowed to bound myself to the desk. it feels like i’m running away from the folks i knew and grew to love and i can hear them cheering me on and crying for their own plight simultaneously. it’s like we’re all living in some realtime run-on sentence that’s got a handful of us shackled to the spreadsheet machine and others, like myself, that broke free and scrambled into the woods. once we were all under the same roof, singing the kinds of songs that those that suffer together do to pass the time. now we are separated.

i feel free. i feel unencumbered. i feel raw and organic and on the cusp of unlocking some great worldly secret, but i know that this will likely pass and be replaced once again by the unimpressive consistency of waking up, going to work, coming home, eating and going to bed just to wake up again and start all over.

or, perhaps, it continues like this forever? the work in the next few days and weeks should decide that. do we, or i in this case, let the joys and freedoms and liberties afforded to me slip again through my fingers? or, do i clutch this moment and this weightlessness and practice to live like this for the rest of my years?

the time is now.

the decision awaits.

three frogs sitting on a log, one decides to jump, how many are left?