There are two words in dream job: dream and job. You gotta love the work that goes along with the dream. A lot of people don’t plan for that work that comes along with the dream.
—Deena Katz, author and financial planner
April showers. Well if they bring May flowers, then I can’t wait until May! ‘Tis so soggy, soppy, squishy mushy wet in my yard that I cannot walk on it. I believe I’d sink right down to China. Although I’ve always wanted to get caught in quicksand, it always seemed so mysterious in TV shows as a kid. Whatever happened to shows where the lady gets caught in quicksand and the hero comes along and saves her? Can someone come along now and save me?
When I left my house this morning I hesitated before getting in my car. I looked around, smelled the wet earth, listented to the chipper birds, watched a pair of ducks fly overhead. I thought to myself, “This is why I want to work from home.” Somehow it seems that the very moment I leave for work every day is the most perfect moment to stay home and enjoy the neighborhood. It is so quiet after everyone else has left for their busy jobs, busy schools, busy errands… I relish in the desertedness of it. It is so different from Saturday mornings when everyone is buzzing around their homes with their yard work and their house projects and taking trips to the park. Our little street seems so content, relaxed and relieved at 9 am, Monday through Friday. And so do I… until I get into that car. That is where the dread begins. I really hope that Howard Stern does not get pulled off the air because he is such a great comic relief on my commute, even if only for 15 minutes. Less commercials is what I say.
So there, that’s a nice, vivid reminder to myself of why I am spending all my free time at night working on my goals. Slowly I chip away at the layers and layers of dirt surrounding the bones of my dreams. Sometimes I’m not sure what final form these bones will take but I keep going, shifting spots once and again when I have to. You gotta start with the big, heavy tools first. That’s the hard part. I want to rush to the delicate brushing away of the last coat of dust–right away. Now. But that brush ain’t gonna get me nowhere yet.
Now how’s that for an analogy? A metaphor even. I feel all “AP English” and such.
Tonight’s chipping away will include the continuation of my website design (it’s beginning to evolve a little differently, but at least it’s evolving…), printing samples for an opportunity, and finishing the landscaping project. I’m gonna need a bigger axe. Jackhammer, anyone?
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P.S. There are some great articles about such things at RightOnTheMoney.com. But beware, there is a strong streak of left-brained financial realism in the advice given, unlike some of the more inspirational coaches. I think it’s probably a good thing, or at least better than ignoring financial matters such as I do. How do those left-brainers do it?
