Planning on having enough time to just have fun
Maybe if I had fewer hobbies. Because right now, my job is seriously interfering with my recreation time. Worse, I’ve found that there are millions of others with exactly the same skew.
Exception; the dog. How does she find the energy to sleep like that? I mean, staying in bed for the whole night is getting harder (with age). Not so, in doggieville. I’ve watched her move from one end of the couch to the other, with a nap in between.
I had this cool idea earlier today. What if I brought some hobbies into the office? For those moments between phone calls, or requests for clarification, when I could pull out a musical instrument, or fire up (not literally) a soldering iron, or plan the perfect photographic cliché. I wonder if creative use of time is covered in the collective agreement?
Just to clarify; at home there are things that have to be done, regularly. Remember the aforementioned dog? She has needs. Remember the family? They have needs. I’ve tested, and my hobbies aren’t on their short lists. Now, I could pull a Martha Stewart, aligning my interests with their needs, but spontaneity suffers when you concentrate on the perfect response to every question.
Somebody at work reminded me of the rainbow thing (the word was something like retirement), but that sounds too good to be true. A life where your interests are your interests, rather than the employer’s. Enough money (almost) to get by. Holidays, every day. Memo to self: research this idea, carefully. It looks like a plan.
