Wednesday, February 23, 2011
I'm no longer the rat in the race.
It's a decision I have to remind myself, on a smaller scale, to take every day. A lot smaller scale than when four years ago, around about this time, when I resigned my lucrative ad world/pr/tv-related job from hell.
And, on that same day, chucked a going-nowhere-fast relationship, then put my brothel-converted-to-funky-monkey-loft apartment on the market, and hightailed it to the countryside.
But tonight I'm enjoying the city. I've just twittered and tweeted my way through an epic Highveld thunderstorm, and now I'm staring at the ceiling listening to the numbing, endless CLICK of a short circuiting electric fence.
And being less than lured by the things that go bump in the night in the city; there's everything on offer here. Everything.