Barking at shovels

Independence

Whoo. Like Pierre Trudeau, I have taken my walk in the snow, except for the snow part. No snowflakes to draw my destiny in the air, just a gorgeous clear blue sky for my walk down to the river, where I sat on a dock while I psyched myself up. This is what I get for contemplating independence on Canada Day, rather than Leap Day.

I had thought this time might be less gutwrenching than last time, but I was wrong. Every bit as much of a roller-coaster. My sense of self isn't as much on the line as when I left academia, but there are more than enough other things that can go wrong to keep me alternating between exhilaration and terror.

I keep running into stories of people who've been out of work for months and years, technical people. This doesn't help. The economy may be on an upswing, but so is the unemployment rate. Gah.

No, wait. That's good -- it means I'll have no trouble hiring good workers. In any case, if you wait until it's obvious that it's a good time, the time will already be passed by.

Well, I'm not done tomorrow. I've got a couple of projects to finish up with Orange first, and then formal hoo-ha with the INS. But I'm committed. Soon enough, I will be Colin Roald, Entrepreneur, and then we'll all see if I've got what it takes to make it stick.

I'm psyched. I have never regretted my last step off the cliff -- I can't see myself regretting this one, either.

(Note: More details in the fullness of time, When They Can Be Told.)

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