some days you just wish you were somewhere else, someone else, doing someone else's job, wearing someone elses clothes, living a life different than your own.
escaping into book world just isn't escape enough.
i really, really, really, wished i was somewhere else, doing someone else's job. i feel that way at least once a week, usually 5 times a week, but today really took the cake. worst.work-day.ever.
i want his job.
but i am no anthony bourdain. and i am not a for the reals writer. and flying makes me nervous, and pitt sweat, and cry a little. i just write a blog, and i work in an office that i often wish i could escape.
and that job that provides for me, allows me to live my life. and i don't get to travel across the world, and i don't get paid to write. but i get to go to bed every night with a man who loves me, fall asleep in his arms. we get to plan our life together, and someday that job will provide for me, so we can have our own family. and that job allows me to help lead worship at church, and teach sunday school, and allows me time to read and write and dream. and that job is where i am now. it is who i am now, and i can not escape it, not now. so sometimes i have to make myself count my blessings, and see how God has provided for me. and when i do, i see that i am blessed, and that i am even blessed with a job. and today, that is something to be thankful for.
and speaking of blessed, i need to go pack. because, have i mentioned that in 2 days we will have the keys to our very first home? really. we will. and i need to pack, so i can move there sometime in the next 40 years.
John Bull, Property Estate Agents Flat Hunting,
Buying a New Home Magazine, UK, 1959