So, yesterday I decided to summon up the the nerve to contemplate what my perfect day would look like and then promptly wandered off to go chase moths for a while and then promptly fell asleep.
Today my boss started making noises about “summer hours”. Now, I started to quietly freak the fuck out about this and started promptly thinking about what I could do to make the money up, assuming she decided to give me my half day, Friday off. I considered doing massive praying and ritualing to bring my company more business.
Ooooooooooor. Or. I could consider that perhaps a weekly day off could give me a chance to really dry run my “ideal day” weekly. I could do more shopping at the farmer’s market, saving money. I could see about changing things like car insurance, my consolidated credit, hell even getting rid of cable like Gordon suggested. I could try to really make money independently. I could even buy a beach pass and that could be my primary source of entertainment and oceanside communing.
So, I’ve decided right now to do nothing. I prayed of course. I asked my gods to have my best interests at heart and I would be open to either more time to pursue my dreams or more business at work so I have more hours.
Either way. Let’s spin the wheel. Bottle’s on the ground, are you ready now?/ When it comes to me, I’m gonna be ready/ It’s my turn in a minute/ gonna put my message in it/ I am ready now!/ Already on the ground!/ spin it ’round again . . .