Dear Universe,

Thanks for making demand so high in my field. You made it possible for me to make a conscious decision to refuse work for a month and a half in order to recharge my mental batteries and then nail down a gig on my first day of making myself available again. And not only that, but to get a series of meetings with people who want to talk with me now to get in line for my next available work window.

I know I just spent four days at a professional conference where part of the frustration within my peer group was at the landrush that's taking place in the field, and the resultant mediocre work that's being produced by newcomers who don't have the first clue about what we really do. So, thanks for taking all of our *****ing and moaning with a grain of salt. We really aren't as collectively whiny as we may have come across. Well, not most of us, at least.

While I know I have a tendency toward jaded cynicism about work sometimes, I'm still grateful that finding people who will pay me to solve hairy problems and create new things is rarely an issue. My landlord appreciates it, too.

Thanks!
Me