It’s a strange feeling, going from a place where I really felt like I was having meaningful input on projects that actually mattered, to waking up and knowing that I’m not making any meaningful contribution at all to society at large.

I’ve got a few weeks of leave payout to cushion the financial blow, so you can all move our fingers away from the panic buttons. I’m not going to starve. But I am looking forward to finding out how my life might look different without a job to revolve it around.

So far the answer seems to be that my life looks hairier. Or rather, I myself look harrier. Not having to look professional every morning means not having to shave and I for one am enjoying it. We’ll see how long it takes until my face gets so itchy I want to tear it off, but for now a change is as good as a holiday.

You know what? That’s complete rubbish. I’ve just changed my facial hair policy. It is no-where near as good as a holiday. When was the last time you heard anyone say “a week in Bali is as good as cutting down on saturated fats?” Who writes these platitudes?

Not me. I don’t do anything.

Make of that what you will.

Garry with2 Rs