And I'm off! (...1)

This is it, the end of the blog, but not, by far, the end of the Ruskin Project.  Once my kitchen reno started, I failed miserably at steering away from posts about my kitchen.  Clearly I need a job related to home rehab work.  Construction management perhaps?  How do I find work combining or making use of my media interest, passion for home renovation, love of cooking, and penchant for endurance sports?  These three things take up most of my time and draw me in time and time again, no matter how many challenges there seem to be.

TriBuy.co, the biz venture I'm working on, is combining a few of my interests.  This site will launch in about a week with a splash page allowing visitors to learn about us, sign up to be notified when we launch our fully functional site (December, we hope!), and take a survey or email us feedback.  It's an exciting new business to be a part of and I doubt I would have begun this had I not been laid off.

My home projects and thoughts of buying and flipping a condo are beginning to stir...  Perhaps a plan will be in place soon on this front. 

Overall, I'm so incredibly grateful for this time to explore and learn and let myself see what pops up that I want to do.  How lucky I feel to step down off the work treadmill for a while and run about doing whatever I want, whenever I want, to learn as much as I want!  After many weeks now of getting to feel and think through my interests, I'm looking forward to taking on a focused job hunt.  It will be a rewarding challenge, not a daunting task.  But only because I feel relaxed and excited about it, instead of fearful and pessimistic.

Bring on the next chapter!

I Can Relate to This (...50)

My mom sent this link to a tweet by Rob Pegoraro, who I wrote about in early May.

He tweeted:

"Dentist asked if I was still grinding my teeth. I said I didn't think I was - then realized I've had fewer reasons to since a month ago."

I know that feeling.  I've never been told by my dentist that I grind my teeth, but I certainly find some of my own stress habits have lifted a bit.  Cuticle-picking, for example.  I don't know when my fingers have looked so nice.  I don't get manicures and they look...well, just plainly intact.  That's a remarkable thing for me.  They're never really bad.  They're not red, raw, and awful looking, but they're never pretty. Now, they are pretty.  I'm fearful this will come to an end soon, though.  My fingers could soon be returning to an unpleasant, less than lovely, not laid off state.  Job possibilities, the kind of things I'm not as interested in doing, are rearing their ugly selves.  I should not lament this.  I don't want to turn down work that I can do for work that I hope to do, but am not yet clear how to do or where to find yet...it's impractical and maybe irresponsible.  If I start working, how do I retain my goal of finding more satisfying work?  This is a very important question.  I'm worrying that I won't be able to keep my initial "Ruskin Project" goals in sight if I take something full time right away.  The idea of losing sight of it makes me unhappy.  Here goes my pretty fingers...