Rain is coming down in sheets and I’m beginning to wonder if I should start a Balsa Wood Club so we can craft an arc. I’d love to escape on a boat and travel around the world. I could surf azure waves, and not the internet all day long. I’d have wind tousled hair and smell of salt and ocean breezes. I would cease to be Superheroine of Small Offices Everywhere. I would be Superheroine of the High Seas!
I am the Captain of my humble domain only. I can hardly manage to keep it clean and organized, so I can’t imagine the trouble sails, ropes, and pulleys would give me. My work is stagnant and stationary, not floating on the crest of adventures. I never imagined I’d envy a seafaring career, but the thought of the nautical deck wear is quite enticing!
Seriously though, I find myself thinking the most random thoughts. Some days I really think the grass is greener on the other side. I wonder how I got where I am (in this mess) and wonder about the endless possibilities. Tomorrow I could be a painter, a sailor, a firefighter, or a farmer. That’s the thing about imagination—there are undiscovered worlds in its plunging depths and infinite wonders upon the horizon.
Currently playing: Morcheeba, The Sea
