I consider myself fortunate to have a job that I enjoy. My commute consists of walking down a flight of stairs, and I get to take my kids to school in the morning and see them when they get home. I am happiest when I am overloaded with work–when things slow down, I get grumpy–such is the way of the self-employed. During the evenings and weekends, you will often find me working on personal projects that are pretty similar to what I do for a living–working with photos, being creative, writing, etc.
This week’s League assignment asked what your dream job would be if money was not a concern. I would probably be happy in any job where I could be creative–modeler for movie special effects, photographer, illustrator–you get the idea, but there is one dream that I always circle back to. It’s one of those idyllic dreams that would undoubtably be a horrible idea if acted upon…
I have always wanted to run a book store in a quaint little Norman Rockwell-esque town. The store would also sell antiques and have a coffee shop attached–talk about a great way to go bankrupt! Next door, would be the ancient movie theater that we renovated–it only shows movies from the 80’s. And on Saturdays, our parking lot in the back of the buildings would host a weekly flea market.
We all have dreams that will probably never be attained, but that’s why they’re called dreams. I have never even lived in a small town, but that grass sure does look green.
This post was a response to the weekly League of Extraordinary Bloggers topic. Check out a few other League members’ dream jobs: Fortune and Glory (Days), Flashlights are Something to Eat, the Man Who Stares at Toys, Henchgirl, 3B’s Toy Hive, and more!