What is a perfect day?

I am in the middle of a brief respite from the mundane, day-to-day hamster wheel we call work. So, with all this time away from the office, what should I be doing?

Well, I have found since we moved to a bigger house with a bigger yard a few years ago, the amount of work to do has increased as well. Not sure what I expected when we signed on the dotted line, but I have since realized this move probably wasn’t the best thing. Look around and all you see is work that needs to be done. Maybe, once our dogs are gone, we can find a nice condo either here, in Colorado, or the Pacific Northwest where maybe we can start to enjoy more of what life has to offer and not so much what needs to be done around the house.

Don’t get me wrong, I love the space we have now, which is the main reason we moved from our last house. The houses were just too close together and we had a neighbor that was a bag. And, yes, I know what you’re thinking … if you move into a condo, you will no longer have that space and neighbors can, once again, become an issue.

Well, at this point in my life, I am tired of working. I know I am still young in the eyes of many … I will be 50 next year. But, as I enter my 40th year of working, it’s time to start enjoying life more. The trouble for me is that I don’t even know what I enjoy anymore.

Life has gotten to be one HUGE routine. The people at work even make fun of me for it.I used to like to draw, play sports, and travel. I have not done any of those recently. I have taken on a huge deck project, thus every spare moment seems to be spent working on that. Little by little, the end of the project is nearing.

So, when that’s done, what would be my perfect day. Not sure, really.If money were no object and I could just snap my fingers and things would happen, I would say my perfect day would start somewhere in the Pacific Northwest. Probably somewhere near the mountains and/or a waterway. I have always marveled at the beauty of the country out there. I also always enjoy spending time out there with my wife, who appreciates the area as much as I do.

One day, I hope those perfect days can become a reality. One day, hopefully, Indiana will be in the rearview and we will have an address out west. One day, I hope to find the things that used to make life fun and not so routine.

As Ferris Bueller once said, “Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.” What a bright boy that Ferris was.




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