But I soon realized I had another problem – I didn’t have any idea what I was going to do with myself. This became apparent a few days after my last day of work, after I’d updated the info on all the social media pages, sent emails off to all my contacts, and wrapped up a few backlogged “projects” around the house. The tip-off was another conversation with my wife.
“So what do you have planned for today?” I asked.
“Just getting my nails done and then grocery shopping,” she said with a sigh.
“I think I’ll come with you.”
“Seriously? You’re going to sit around the nail salon for an hour?”
“I could read a book.”
“Honey, you’re cramping my style. Go find something to do to amuse yourself. Or better yet, find a new job,” she said with an eye roll.
I got the message – more togetherness was nice, but it was something that was easy to overdo. “But I don’t know what I want to do,” I said, trying not to sound whiny.
“Then spend your time figuring it out.”
I set about trying to decide what I wanted to be when I grew up and realized figuring it out was going to be hard work. I made a fairly long list of possibilities, then immediately crossed off a few that were impractical given my current circumstances. Things like “pirate,” “mountaineer,” and “professional poker player.”
I started working on a few idea, but one kept coming to the forefront – being a writer. I’d played around with this a few times during my career, and had a “finished” book in a desk drawer (I later learned that really finished and what I actually had were a long way apart.) I sent the manuscript off to some literary agents and crossed my fingers. But doing just that wasn’t enough. I missed some of aspects of my old job. The good things, like talking with friends and working on interesting projects. While I didn’t want a full time gig at this point, I figured there had to be some way to get back the things I missed without falling back into a 50 hour per week grind.
It was then I got a phone call from out of the blue.
I’d put some feelers out with a couple local business brokers, letting them know I would be interested in looking at anything that might become available. Apparently word got around, and this guy – I’ll call him George (truthfully I don’t remember his name) – wanted to know if I’d take a look at his start-up idea.
“Sure. Why not?” I thought.
I spent a few hours listening to his concept. The business was going to be some kind of online shopping site where retailers would sell goods and customers would collect loyalty points that earned them free stuff. I have to admit I never completely understood it.
But I did notice there were some cool looking tropical shirts listed on the site. They were from this retailer called Mad Gringo.