I was driving south of Denver and it was a bluebird kind of day, bumping up against the edge of 70 degrees. It was Tuesday and all I had to do was drive until I decided to stop, throw up a tent somewhere peaceful, maybe by a lake, climb into my sleeping bag and coze up in my 5000 star hotel. Life was good.
But there was this slight nagging back there. You know the place where I mean, the place that’s hard to scratch and as much as you wiggle around in your seat, you can’t find the source of the nag. That nag was buried deep, down in the Protestant work ethic of my being that said, “Shouldn’t you be working today?”. “Isn’t it time to go be productive”? “Don’t you need to think about making money?”
I shut out the “work ethic” program and turned to the analytical side of my gray matter for comfort. “What is the purpose of work?” I pondered. My humanitarian side echoed real feelings of contribution to the world and making a difference. But my self preservation mindset laser focused in the irony, “the purpose is to make money so you can feel secure and then you can……
Spend Tuesday doing whatever it is you want to do…
Like driving south of Denver on a bluebird kind of day, bumping up against the edge of 70 degrees. And when you have the money to do this you can just drive until you want to stop, throw up a tent somewhere peaceful, maybe by a lake, climb into a sleeping bag and coze up in a 5000 star hotel. Life will be good.
To Your Adventures,