Introspection

I had always thought that a world of possibilities lay waiting for me if I ever quit my job. Having quit my job more than 5 months ago and with no new job in sight in the city to which I've relocated has suddenly put a glaring spotlight on that assumption of mine. Suddenly I find myself without any motivation whatsoever. What exactly is stopping me from completing my book or reading a 100 books or starting something new or brushing up my language skills?

Suddenly I find myself devoid of all purpose in life. How was going to work at 8 in the morning, coming back at 8 in the night, being stuck in traffic for 3 hours and working some more purposeful? It did get me my big fat pay check at the end of the month which was awesome (and which I miss), but there are a 100 other options in this world. What's stopping from going after them?

I think I'll have to go back to basics, go meet and interact with children, and learn how to do things just for the sake of doing them and getting pleasure out of that solely. No ulterior motive. No end game planning. 

Time to throw myself into the sea called life and see how well I can navigate it.

PS: 3 month-versary and St. Valentine's Day were happily celebrated :)