I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the choices that I’ve made in life….the series of missteps and mishaps that got here–to a half lit office in freezing cold Chicago. I’m reminded of my favorite Robert Frost poem and wonder if too many of my decisions have been overly rational, dictated by practical considerations, concerns for money?
I was talking with a friend a few weeks ago and she said her idea of a “dream job” was not working at all. I kinda wonder if I’m the same way. I’m a bit perplexed by people who claim that “they’d go crazy if they didn’t work.” Whenever, I have time off, I’m never bored. I never miss my job. But would I if I had all that leisure time?
So I’m curious…assuming you could be completely selfish and not have to think about anyone else, money was no object, what would your dream job be? Would you work at all?