I finished painting a spare room yesterday and experienced a strange moment of clarity.

I decided I'm closing my little coffee shop. It's taken me a long time to deliberate on this, but at the same time I've been winding down some apsects of it intentionally & semi-subconsciously sabatoging myself in others, for a couple of years. It's time.

I'm trying to balance the intimidation & excitement. There's a lot I want to do. I don't know of any of it will work out. Yes, things alway work out one way or another... I just dread employment. I've been a feral earner for most of my working life. I have no plan, other than to try to keep it that way.