Dabbling

When Rico asked his friend Alan what he should be doing, he (foolish boy) assumed Rico meant working. While Rico could probably be doing something ("Do you want fries with that?"), in reality he wouldn't be worth his pay (and most employers would get pissed when he lay down for a nap every day after lunch, siesta be damned), and surely not at any job that paid what he used to make. (Which wasn't astronomical, but a lot.) Rico fears he would end up like the guy who was with him in Rehab, who's been fired from several positions because he just can't keep up.
Rico's time at the bokken class last night reminded him that, for fifty years, he's been a dabbler; one who does a little of something, just enough to know he's not gonna give it the effort it requires to be really good at it.
The only thing that Rico has really worked at (without major economic success, thus far) is writing, this blog being but one example. His books and magazines are proof of that. Feel free to go buy one (or more; no need to scrimp) and support Rico's act.