As I mentioned, I'm back in the corporate world now having ridden my businesses as far down as I could before pulling back on the stick and struggling to throttle back upward.  I came so close as the scrape the ground and damage my craft.  Before I quit the corporate world I was a manager, now I've re-entered the ant march as a foot soldier.  I had no choice if I wanted to eat.  It is strange.  I calculated this...if I were to earn the maximum allotted raise every year, it will take me 6 years to achieve the salary I had before leaving, and that doesn't include cost of living and inflation.  So here I am once again , anonymously encased in this monochrome beige plastic hive.  Have I traded freedom for security?  I believe I have.  Shall I despise myself for a while?  Or, perchance, was I acting responsibly for a change?  Shall I pat myself on the back in honor of my self sacrifice?  If I don't think about it, I hate myself.  So it must be the former.

A lovely day for a Guinness!