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I'm saving my pennies for a future trip. (Not my Canadian pennies, however.)
Ah ... some of my vivid dreams are to go back, go on other journeys, sail on a tall ship or yacht - but I'll cover that in another months.
Dreams, you see, can shift, and drift, and sail, and wisp away on currents ...
I came back and have been in the midst of all kinds of sea changes at the office. I find myself in familiar turbulent waters. To move the metaphor back to a land setting, I find myself approaching a crossroads.
I see the intersection coming up on the horizon.
The decisions are, go straight on full steam ahead, turn left ... or turn right -- both into the unknown.
Right now, I can't see the forest for the trees. I'm in the weeds.
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Benjamins. Currency. Funding. Cash. Grants. Dollars -- and "Sense"
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If I wasn't worried about paying off my debt(s), paying my bills, and/or paying my rent, would I escape from current scenario and try new things, explore new locations, spend time with family, take my time and get re-educated/re-trained, and really plan what to do, instead of just lucking into career opportunities?
Yes.
Hell yes.
In a gold-plated heartbeat.
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Life is too short to be this stressed-out and stuck behind a computer in a cubicle in an airless building.
But the reality is, this is just a VERY expensive dream. I don't have the kinds of fairy godmothers who have this kind of discretionary giving. The ability to just to wave a not-insignificant money at a random person to wipe the slate, waive the monthly bills, build a nest egg, and fund a series of journeys down a new set a paths.
Maybe this isn't a really a sabbatical I'm dreaming about?
Time to keep stashing my coins in the wish jars.
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