How many of my waking hours are spent daydreaming? I can't decide whether or not this is cause for concern. My waking dreams are sunny, quiet, and warm. The ocean is usually visible. I wish my nighttime dreams were the same.
So, while I was slogging along at work, the radio caught my attention when the DJ asked his listeners, "What's your dream job? If money weren't an issue, what job would you have?"
I wasn't sure I'd be able to come up with an answer for this, since I've never been able to figure out where I belong, and even change my mind about my favorite color periodically, but I wasn't surprised that a lot of people eagerly called the radio station with their answers. A few women wanted to work for sexy male celebrities--one woman wanted to be Rod Stewart's personal assistant. Obviously, some people's daydreams are freer than mine; as soon as I started dreaming about being an assistant to--oh, say, George Clooney or Lance Burton, he would turn into a tyrannical monster, or at least be demanding and intimidating, and that dream would be over.
Forget celebrities, even if I'm very well qualified in the bowing and humoring department. I want my daydream--warm, tranquil, and monster-free. I want to be a lighthouse keeper in Cozumel. There are four of them, and I will be happy in any one of them. Really. I won't be picky.
We could run down the path in the mornings, read stuff all day, maybe have time for Spanish lessons, and have lots of time to play Scrabble. I know I could talk Ekim into this! Money's not an issue, remember.
I think a couple of rocking chairs, and maybe a hammock, would go rather nicely on the porch, too.
How 'bout you?