Wednesday, September 09, 2009

What If?

It's this question that makes me daydream.

A few months ago I was having a lousy day at work. I went to Petco to get the boys some dog food during lunch break. I passed by the candy rack then stopped to look at it more closely. Reese's peanut butter cups promised me a chance to win $2.5 million.

"What if I won?" I asked myself. I bought the candy and walked out to the car. After I dumped the sack of dog food in the back, I sat in the driver's seat.

"What if I open this candy bar and win $2.5 million?" My mind drifted to what I would write on my resignation letter. Then it went on to the first day without having to go to work. What would I do on that day? I wouldn't get up at 5:30 to exercise, that's for sure. I could do it later on in the morning when it wasn't "just to get it over with."

I could work on my book, then on my next one. And then the next one after that. And I wouldn't feel pressured to do something to earn money while I did that.

I could pay off the house. I could renovate it without having to budget.

I could make a donation to the Humane Society, or to Save the Bay.

I probably wouldn't buy a new car. But I probably would take the one I have for long multi-week road trips.

I imagined freedom. There would be no asking for permission to use my vacation time. There wouldn't even be vacation time. It would just be called time.

And that time would be spent canoeing the length of the Connecticut River, sailing the eastern seaboard, and then driving with the top down through the desert.

I tope open the wrapper, then started the car and then went back to work.

The peanut butter cups tasted good anyway.



Anonymous Taoist Biker said...

I fall into that fantasy from time to time, for no real reason known to humanity. I suppose there's not much harm in it. Especially if you get a Reese's out of the deal.

September 10, 2009 at 8:23 AM  
Blogger The Creeper said...

We did a bit of that daydreaming when the Lottery was $245 million. It was right around the time we were going to fairs and I told Bill that if we won, we would bid on animals that were having trouble getting bids, then donate the meat of all that we won to food banks in that community. I love bidding on animals and we are both a sucker for a cute face with a smile fading due to disappointment with lack of bids. And being able to put food on the table of people who are struggling. Yeah, that was a big part of what we wanted to do.

September 23, 2009 at 8:15 PM  

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