Take this job and ...

So, the result of months of job dithering is that I quit or at least send in my notice of termination.

The upshot?

First, I feel hugely better.  The anxiety about the money will, no doubt, kick in but for now I feel liberated.  I hadn't realized what a soul damaging predicament I was in.

Second, after a few days of rest, the creativity is starting to spring back.  Thank the universe.  I'm never in my right mind when I can't create stuff.

The result?

The craft from Sparks and Brownies last night.  They are about 2" tall and magnetized (they are stuck to the radiator in the gym).

Day 35: One day my Prince will come...

Actually, I spent this last weekend with Prince Arthur.  Prince Arthur Hotel, that is.  http://www.princearthur.on.ca/  Janet and I stayed there while we were in T. Bay.  It has a great location; just overlooking the waterfront parks and train station.

The hotel was quite dated but clean.  The room was strangely laid out but spacious.  It was a good deal, I think.

What really set fire to my imagination was the hint of old that it exuded.  All I could think about was buying this hotel and renovating it into a steampunk masterpiece.  How fun would that be? Could you make the antique elevator see-through so you could see the floors as you were travelling?  Restoring the main entrance to a suitable level of grandeur?  Ripping off the back pool addition and making a fabulous patio walk-out for the restaurant.  Making doors that disappeared?

Sometimes I wonder about my brain.  Couldn't I be using some of this creativity for my own income?  It feels like I'm wasting it by spending so much time developing ideas for something that will never happen.  I read today that creativity can't be turned off without killing it.  Apparently so.