Four years ago on this day, I left the world of paid employment and embarked on a new kind of life. Because the years seem to pass at the speed of light now, it hardly seems like two years since I made the leap. But in fact, it’s been twice that long.

My first instinct is to ask myself what I have to show for it. Although my newly found “wisdom of the pause” (is that what it is?) tells me that no metric is required, that to properly appreciate this stage of life one must cast aside the old ways of measure, I’ve just spent the last two hours taking inventory.

That’s right … taking inventory. I know; it’s box-checker behavior to the max, but it’s strangely satisfying. I won’t bore you with the list itself, but I will share that it’s more than 2,000 words long and reminds me why I feel busy all the time. Suffice it to say that although I’m no longer paid (much) for my services, I still produce. And that, I’m sorry to say, still makes me happy. Plainly, I have much to learn.