This has been my mantra over the past week or so, re: my dismissal from Apple (email me if you need the password) on Jan 20 after five years of seemingly meritorious service :
- If they hadn’t pushed me, I don’t know if I ever would have jumped.
- I don’t know what’s next, but I am intrigued that there is a ‘next’.
I’m in good shape, at least for the time being, even without the bit of income I received from Apple that helped make my ends meet (or, as I half-joked on occasion, because I am old and have other means, “I could actually afford to work for Apple…”).
As the photo above illustrates, I’m floating free, and looking for a soft place to land.
(Incidentally, when I went a-Googling for a picture of a wing suit and first saw these images, my first response was “oooh… that looks like fun! I quickly came to my senses 😱)
Over the past decade, I dissipated a lot of creative instinct,s impulses and energies into social media… but I’ve been off of Facebook (and Instagram) since June of last year… and now I will attempt to focus that energy here.
Right now I’m just fondling the focus ring, thinking about which way to twist it.
Stay tuned, more to come.