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Not so long ago, when I used to be a successful (relatively, to my age) corporate exec, I used to think that work was the best mistress one could have. After all, it pays in Cash, and rather kindly at that.

Then, life changed for the worse, personally; and much better professionally. After all the flux and churn that lasted a few years, I decided the opposite must be true(Not that having a mistress was the best work, but thereabouts). And I went for a two year vacation. Only half time has been approached, but I already feel like going back to the old days, when hard work that broke my back (literally) is the thing to do.

It breaks your back, but keeps your mind sane. It fogs your vision, but keeps your line of sight clear. You might have scraped knees and other battle wounds, but you'll get on with them before you can say Pyrric Victory. I guess that's a rather long and difficult word to say, but then so is life.

You lose your voice, your say in things that do and don't matter. Not that it matters much because you've more or less let go yourself. But, life turns around. Both places you go to and were at are filled with unfair people who think just because you don't do a lot of work, you are without work, and they dismiss you as just one of those who don't really matter. They think you want to take up administering an institute, take recognisance of how a house is run, and how life should be lived. Not an ideal way to lead life when you've been used to being in the lead.

A day at a time. Not really the way to go. Got to have a scheme to scheme people around. Else they take your pants off in public. Not that it's happened yet. But can happen sooner than I think. Or you.

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Ciao.