But that's not why I'm at sea. After being happily self-unemployed for some time, I have received an offer to do some paid consulting by someone I've worked for in the early 2000's. And I don't know whether to do it or not. The up side is the money and the noble purpose of the project. The down side is everything else: the work itself (technology that I mastered once but found boring), the people involved, the stress, the frustration, and, possibly, the failure, because a lot of it this time involves being able to read more Hebrew than I am comfortable with (road signs, vegetable prices, passport application forms).
In earlier times I wouldn't have though twice: take the money and run to learn, master. But that attitude didn't get me fame or fortune, it just kept me busy. And what would I do with the money, which wouldn't amount to all that much after I bought taxi rides, dog walkers, restaurant meals, and working-lady clothes, things I don't need to buy when I just hang around reading and knitting most of the time. What has become of my work ethic? Do I need one?
It's a fine dilemma. I'm pretty sure I know what I'm going to do. Thanks for listening.