Most days, I’m insanely pre-occupied by things against my will. Things of the paid work nature. Or as they say, things you do to be able to do the things you really want to do. Vicious.
But in the last few months, my mind has been wandering at alarming frequencies, to a little paradise that I’ve decided to scout for future habitation. Behold: my sanctuary.
It’s a hobbit hole and it’s perfect. I can’t stand the messy, disorganized garden but we can do something about that. Replace them with my favourite gerber daisies, lillies and daffodils. I daydream about reading on the bench outside, taking a nap in the sun and watching the rain turn everything emerald green from one of the tiny windows. I was nearly 8 minutes late to a meeting last week staring off into my computer screen envisioning all of this. I can envision where my measly kitchen would be or my sturdy stone fireplace. I could make a living opening up my own flower shop cafe in this town nearby: 
During a call today, I decided that my cottage home in Sweden would have a view that’s like a little slice of heaven:
They say one can always dream. Then it dawned on me that we all bitch about our day jobs, mumble, “One can always dream”, and act as if these things are only exactly what’s presented to us: paintings, songs, photographs and a memory too far gone.
But I think I’ve finally found a real want for something… a kind of life… something to work towards that makes my other mundane, day-job tasks worth it. It won’t happen tomorrow but I’ll call this my delayed gratification.
