For the past several weeks, I’ve been working my ass off.

A big change, really. I suddenly found myself having three jobs, one different from the other, a combination of the things I am passionate about. If I focused on one job alone, I’d definitely be bored; I would need to do other things. The great thing about it is that I get paid to do what I like.

Since Dad died, I was overwhelmed with a state of loss, listlessness, of wandering. I needed to do something, to make myself occupied. I now realize why people throw themselves at the mercy of their craft. I never really understood that bit, until now.

And it has been a refreshing change.

For once, it dawned on me that I am finally in control of my life.