In May of 2008, the first month in which I was self-employed (or an unemployed person working a lot, which was sort of how I thought of it at the time), I earned $1008.02. The following month I learned to invoice people, and nearly tripled that. I don’t know how much my business will earn this May, but I’ve already paid other people more than that amount.

This is a reminder to myself that I am not, by any standard, an unemployed person who has to work every minute because who knows? maybe no one will ever hire me again, especially if their job doesn’t get done in two days.

I’m not rich, my business is still a very small one, and most of my personal income goes to tuition for my boys. However, after two years, I think I can say with confidence that my business is established. The days when it made sense to work constantly in order to establish the business are past. For the two-year anniversary of my unemployment, if not my business, I’m putting some energy into the other aspects of my life.

I’ve been making an effort to  lead a more normal life. Of course, I’ve been doing that for some time. In fact, I think that a normal life has been a goal of mine for… decades. I’d announce in my xanga that my life was back to normal and revel in the fact for a while, and then something happens and life is not normal for a while, and then the cycle begins again.

“A normal life” is a fairly lame goal. Granted, my definition of “a normal life” is something like “a perfect life,” but still…

So anyway, I’ve been cooking proper meals (I offer you evidence above), and doing creative things (see knitting photo as proof) and hanging out with friends, and reading novels.

I’ve solidified a morning routine that involves tidying up the house, spending 30 minutes with Wii Fit, and getting dressed before getting to the computer.

I plan to get an evening routine in order — one that involves taking a walk with the dogs (and my husband, if he’ll join me) and cooking and eating dinner before leaving for my various evening events.

It’s possible that I’ve said all this before, and backslidden. However, there is an old saying: when you turn over a new leaf, it doesn’t matter how many pages you’ve already filled.

Those of you who have always thought that turning over a new leaf was some kind of plant metaphor will have to think about that one a little bit.