I feel the earth move under my feet

So I go on and on about how I need to get things changed, right? There is a lot that entails, personally and professionally. I need to plant a few seeds with my colleagues about making a move, I need to streamline my financial situation, I need to clean up and sell my house, and I need to look at where the fuck I wanna go. I am taking steps (I have a checklist) but what else did I do this weekend? I picked up Berlitz Italian CD's AND a cheap acoustic guitar. Yep, in my time honored tradition of constantly distracting my brain from thoughtful reflection, I am now going to learn Italian AND to play guitar. It's been so long since Psych 101-3. What is that particular mechanism called again?

In my defense, I have a knack for both language and music (but NOT numbers), so won't it be nice if someday, when we're in Florence, I can serenade you with a few tentative notes and whisper dirty nothings in your ear using the local tongue? Maybe I'll just focus on those two things, hook myself up with a sugardaddy, and then I won't have to worry about a new job at all. Although considering my age, "daddy" is gonna have to be 50. At least. Of note: I do come equipped with a modest nest egg and also do come modestly equipped.