So many people throw these term around. “It would be my dream to do _______”. Honestly I have to say, that there are a lot of things that would be totally neat to be paid for, but is anyone’s dream really working?
My dream is to be incredibly filthy rich and do nothing. Seriously, absolutely nothing. I would buy two properties. One in Big Sur California, and one in Montana and rotate between them. I would spend my days drinking tea, hiking, knitting, riding horses, and taking photographs. That would be my life and I would love it. My dream is to not work but still be comfortable. Now that would be a nice existence.
The reason I bring this up is because I never knew what I wanted to do as a child. Still now, I have no clue, but now I know what I’m good at. And now it seems that I have two job offers. One where I will continue to work with my father in law and husband, the other where I have an oppertunity to break out on my own and probably make more money while doing it.
Life seems to be zipping by at warp 5, pieces of nasa approved foam flying off and smacking me in the face. I will not lie and say that life is easy right now. I had a complete break down last night to Shawna and my husband, but no one can say it’s not intresting.
Knitting news: I have finished the Clapotis and now it just needs a good block. I have swatched for Matt’s cabled sweater and am going to start the trim of the back tonight. Do I do ribs, seed stitch, garter, linen, or herringbone stitch? GOD! CHOICES! I can’t wait. The yarn is a beautiful shade of blue grey and fine enough to show off good details.
Tonight is knitting group. I’m dragging my MIL along again (I wonder if she minds that I drag her absolutely EVERYWHERE with me?) and I can buy new addi US 7 circs and get back to Mr Greenjeans. Hopefully that is a sweater I will have done by the end of next week. 
Computers are almost up & running at home so pictures are coming. I promise!
I met these incredibly wealthy people on a whale watch in Baja, Mexico, they had a compound on the Sea of Cortez and a mansion in Montana, as well as an apartment here and there. I so envied them, but also thought it was incredibly cool that they all traveled to out of the way places to see interesting things. Man, to be rich.
You’ve pretty much stated my dream. Except, I’d have a deserted island that only my friends knew how to get to.
I never knew what I wanted to be either. Its such an odd thing to know as an adult that you still don’t know what you want to be. I know what I’m good at… but is that what I want to do? I guess I’ll never really know.
I think as an adult we find what we are good at, but not always what we nessiarly want to do. Sometimes we luck out that what we are good at is what we like to do. I actually like my job and like the industry, but I would rather be rich!
I agree with you. I never realized we both had that problem of not knowing what the heck to do. I can’t think of anything better than hiking, taking pictures and drinking tea.