The latest two chunks of this my life. A moon-pointing finger toward the next chunk.
For a little more than eleven years, I worked to transform myself into the professor.
Then, with a bit of overlap in 2015/16, I spent the next eleven becoming the writer.
The transition between the two came with a whole assload of Karma landing on me all at once.
This right here, at the end o’June 26, is the next transition, the dawning of the next chunk trying to look at itself with its own eyes.
I don’t think I ever stopped, or will stop, being the prof.
But I did stop going in to work at it somewhere else every day.
It’s the same now with this project. I’m a writer. In a sense … tat tvam asi.
Whether, or not, I continue to show up every day and spill or spit up words.
As a job, though, I’m saying what I said up top.
I quit.