Saturday, August 7, 2010

Lady of Leisure

What would you do if you knew you couldn’t fail? I would pursue joy, unfortunately it doesn’t pay very well. I would like to spend the rest of my life caring for people, people I love and people I don’t. Not as a nurse or anything like that, I don’t want it to be a job, I want to give and care for people because it’s in my heart, not because someone is paying me to do it. I think it is a very rare person that is able to really hold onto their passion once it becomes a job.
I’ve heard if you do what you love you will never work a day in your life. Wouldn't that be wonderful, to get up in the morning and think "Today I get to(fill in the blank)!" Instead of, time to make the donuts. Not that there's anything wrong with making donuts, I love donuts, especially glazed chocolate from Dunkin Donuts, and their coffee is pretty amazing too. I actually worked at Dunkin Donuts once, but that's another story.
So lately I've been thinking alot about what I should do, now that I'm all grown up. This is what I've come up with:

I want to:
Wake up and take my coffee outside to watch the sun rise.
Visit the elderly.
Take a walk
Go to a playground and watch children play
Get a massage
Spend time with a friend
Take long bubble baths

I looked at my list and realized that not one of these things will pay the bills. So I must continue toiling away in my cubicle. Another rat in the maze, until, that fateful day, when the rich uncle I didn't know I had, leaves me all of his money.

I got an email yesterday about an inheritance, everyone says it's a scam, I say, it just might be fate.


  1. Man, I'm sure sorry about the cubicle, because almost everything on your list describes my days and you are right: it is wonderful. I hope you continue to enjoy my writing, at least.

  2. Generally you only get paid for hauling somebody else's shit. I have met but a few people who actually loved what they do for a living. Most lie to themselves about how much they love it. When I recognized that work is hauling somebody else's shit, I found the best deal I could. After twenty years of one hell of a lot of shit, I am drawing a pension at 57 years old.

    Fortunately, in between loads of somebody else's shit there are enough moments of the good stuff to make it all reasonably worthwhile. At least it has been so for me.

    Now I have the challenge of ordering the rest of my life a bit more to my liking. Already the memory of all of that shit is fading. Hopefully it will serve as fertilizer for a glorious garden of delight.

  3. Well, it sounds to me like you need to be a billionaire heiress who donates her time (and some of her green) to helping others, tending to your garden and ultimately keeping yourself clean in the bath....sounds totally reasonable to me. If I see a job description that meets your criteria, I'll let you know!

  4. My list would be very much like yours, so if you find something that incorporates those things and pays the bills, I want to be the first to know!


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