Every time I find a glimpse of hope circumstance quickly kills it. I had thought I found the perfect new job for me (aside from writing of course). The problem? I would be self employed again. Which means start up money, the trials and many, many errors of doing my own accounting, and the possibility of it tanking big time. The upside? I love the idea and it would be something I would excel at. Am I going to tell you the idea? No. You would steal it from me due to the sheer awesomeness of it.
I hate normal jobs.