As I mentioned in my last post, I feel lost. Not depressed; just unmoored. So I’ve been thinking about how I want to spend my time.

That’s a clichéd phrases and an important thought. How do I actually spend my time? What do I actually do every night?

I work on lots of little things. I keep up with Google+ and email. I chat on IRC.

That’s not how I want to live my life. Unfortunately, I don’t know how I do want to live my life. So I’ve been experimenting.

On Wednesday, I met a friend at a nice restaurant. I arrived about an hour early (work ended early and traffic was merciful) and wandered into a nearby stationery store. My eyes flickered over the explosion of colors, and were drawn to a wooden counter stacked with new copies of old games. I ran my fingers over the wares on display, particularly a wooden transformer which I now want to build myself.

I bought a set of jacks. I chose them for one reason: there are no jacks tournaments. No jacks leagues or rankings. There are no international jacks competitions. It’s the least competitive sport I know of.

I’ve played and practiced a couple of times, nervously. It feels strange to play a game that I’m playing just to play. A game that’s just there.

I think I’m going to be just there for a while.

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