Yesterday I worked from home. Strong winds buffeted the condo, rattling the sides and causing the building to creak and moan. Temperatures were in the thirties. Thankfully, only brief snowflakes appeared. I remained inside except for a brief foray out to the curb to retrieve the trash can.

It has been over three years since Billie moved out. Three years since I started blogging again. I have accumulated five-hundred posts since then. In some ways, it doesn't seem that long ago. Our break up was a catalyst for change for us both.

Change can be a good thing. It can seem scary, painful, and not always for the better, but often it is what you make of it. Most people avoid change. Some changes are easier for me than others. I don't have a problem switching jobs. Relationships were always harder. Relationships are closer to the bedrock that defined me. I've been working on other things to express myself-- hobbies and interests that would often remain dormant during a Relationship.

I feel like I am slowing down, though. Sometimes, I ask if this will be it and wonder if it is enough. Is there still one more reinvention on the horizon, and what would it be? 

I am lazy by Nature. I am not sure whether it is my nature or human nature. I do my best work under a deadline. I change when the circumstance calls for it. 

On a separate note, I learned today that not everyone has an Internal Monologue. That amazes me. I cannot imagine what it would be like not to have an internal monologue all day. 

Eleven more official working days in the year.