The Best Job

I have the best job in the world. Pay is non-existent, long hours, boring as hell sometimes but it is still the best job. That job is to create a one-of-kind mixture of past, present and future of me, now. Always NOW. To be the best me - one that is grace under pressure and hardship, patient in times of loneliness or confusion, a guy that lights up a room for people when all they see is darkness, and one who always remembers to come back to centre camp, 'home', whenever things get too much.

I enjoy my own company. Company. The business of me. And because I am connected to everything around me, organic, and inorganic, the business of me is one in which everyone, and everything around me profits.

Part of that will be to find a place to stay in Rio de Janeiro during the busiest, and most expensive time of the year, Carnaval. Couch Surfing, and old ESL students will be my first order of business. I've got to have a replacement lid on my coleman built out of wood, and an oil leak fixed. Also, polish some more Portuguese, and look for interesting, engaging things, like a fishing trip on the amazon, or an acai berry farm. Money will all sort itself in the end, ups and downs. Always has, and always will.