This weekend made it one whole year without full-time employment. I'm not exactly sure how I feel about that. On the one hand, I've gotten by pretty well, and on some level, might be on the cusp of a really interesting part of my life, one that is really my own. On the other, there's that security of a regular paycheck, and all the things it makes possible, and a year is a long time to go without that.

My roommate consistently comments on how well I'm "dealing" with unemployment, but while it smacks of self-help, I'd rather consider myself "underemployed," as I've got income coming in here and there. Within a month or so, there's that chance that everything could happen to increase the heres and the theres and suddenly, I'm in that new space I alluded to earlier. Of course, I could just as soon crash and burn on all my hare-brained schemes (I mean, singing? What the hell am I thinking?) and start desparately throwing résumés to any research gig I can find. In my gut, I think it's going to turn out the "right" way, because it usually does. I'm getting that sense of decisions happening in front of me again, which is a nice feeling.

In other news, outdoor soccer season started today. We got thumped 4-1, but it would have been 5 had I not cleared a corner kick off the goal line, so good for me. We actually played much better in the second half, so I'll go ahead and attribute the first to general unfamiliarity with teammates, no walls and sun.