What I Would Do

A Prompt.

Everyone has had that pondering at some point in their lives. Some grand scheme, some great illumination on what exactly they would do if they could do whatever they wanted.

That would be an incredibly broad subject to cover in one entry, and so (learning from my recent past blogs) I will be more specific on today's topic:

What would I do if I didn't have to work?

First things first; let's just say I'm getting the same amount deposited into my checking account as I currently am, working my two jobbies. So right off the bat, I know that there will be no lavish additions to my current lifestyle. This thought process will be more focused on the allowance of time. Of course there really is no telling until you're in it, but I believe I am being realistic in my thinking.

I could put my morning routine into full-swing. I could wake up every morning and find comfort and start my day with a calm root. I find that I do not need much routine throughout the rest of the day, but mornings are really a time for good habit, relaxation and accomplishment for me. And I wouldn't have my second job to mess with my late-night hours, so I would have the ability to get some sleep and ready myself properly for the next day.

breakfast
americano
lemon water
vitamins
sudoku
stretching
music

Once the apartment is cleaned, the afternoon could be designated for reading and writing. Whether it be in my home, the coffee shop down the street or somewhere in some other town I've decided to drive to. When I'd had my fill of that, I could research a good meal (old favorite or new recipe) and head off to the grocer to grab my ingredients, head home and cook (and on my most serene days, bake a little something as well).

Nighttime would be the perfect time for socializing (whether that be with friends or s/o) because you could talk about everything you had just experienced. Maybe spring some really rich conversation or big laughs over the smallest things. And in natural form, there would be nights I get sucked back into the author's universe and stay up much too late because I "can't lose this train of thought", but that's something I wouldn't mind losing a little sleep over.

There could be days where I throw my routine out the window and hop a train/plane somewhere for a bit. I reckon about a week would do it for me in most places. Just enough time to check it out and then miss it as you leave. I certainly wouldn't hate avoiding another New England winter for a few days.

I could organize. Maintain. I could learn things. I could research and/or take classes on publishing, on nutrition, on other languages. I could spend more time with loved ones and really have something to talk about. I could hear about what they would be doing with their time, given the choice. Of course things would fizzle out, but I really would find it interesting and get a kick out of it, I think.