Old, Bold, and Bald: The First Week of Freedom

 One week. Seven days. 168 hours.

It’s been a week since I stepped away from my Just Over Broke (JOB), and honestly? It feels more like a vacation than a transition. No deadlines breathing down my neck. No alarm forcing me to shuffle into the daily grind. Just the wide-open space of possibility—and the strange realization that I had to check a calendar just to remember what day it is.

There’s still gas in the tank. I’m not done. Not even close. This isn’t retirement; it’s recalibration. The search isn’t for any opportunity—it’s for the right one. Something that matches experience with ambition, that respects the road already traveled while offering a new destination worth driving toward.

This week was about unwinding. Next week? It’s about refining. Because when you’re old enough to know better, bold enough to take a leap, and bald enough to own it, there’s no settling for less than what fuels the fire.

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