Did I break writing again?

I feel very much okay. Life's not so bad right now: Spring has finally arrived, I spend a lot of time with friends, I get plenty of exercise and being without a job has its positive sides too (mostly not having to work). I expected to feel much worse returning from a months-long trip in Asia to the reality of everyday life. A part of me believes that this is all thanks to my newfound optimistic attitude (I can recommend this). More than anything though, I think I feel so very much okay because I don't have to deal with any bullshit these days—bullshit that my previous job has asked me to deal with all the fucking time. Be it reading annoying emails triggered by random systems in the depths of the corporation, responding to annoying emails to satisfy random systems in the depths of the corporation or doing the typical annoying tasks that were demanded of any corporate worker (time sheets, time sheets and even more time sheets). I feel very much okay, but still, I sense the presence of…