I know it’s been a hard day at work when I buy lotto tickets. (Lotto tickets may be a long shot but they are the only way you can ever buy pure hope. Sometimes I don’t check them for days so I can keep planning what I’d do with the money.)
I know it’s been a hard week when I start surfing job sites. (Oooh, look who’s hiring. Baby, can we move to Dubai?)
But it just hit a whole new level. This week I bought a homesteader magazine because of a story titled Making a living chopping wood. (I mean, I’ve got an ax and who doesn’t want to be their own boss?)
- I am not a lumberjack.
- I will not quit my job to chop wood. (Oh, look an article on gold panning.)
- I will not quite my job to pan for gold.
- I love my job. (I actually do. Most days.)
Ok, so maybe I’m not built for chopping wood full time…but that’s only one of my I’ve-had-a-bad-day dreams. (I also plan on being a cattle rancher and a bee keeper and several other unlikely things. BTW, I’m totally allergic to wood, cattle and bees…I think I see a pattern in my plans.) On the bad days do you dream about doing something else, anything else? When you want to run away, what do you plan? Do you own an ax? Happy writing.