there are days i wake up and think "i wish someone paid me to sit in front of my computer and just write. about whatever i wanted to write about."
i picture mid-morning sunlight beaming through narrowly open blinds. i open the window to let fresh air bellow in. i brew a full pot of coffee, clench my warm mug, lean back in my chair, and relish in this wonderful set of moments.
But let's be real. If this were your life, you would yearn for a job a little less dependent on your creativity.
and. You hate coffee.
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| mjg |
