
PHOTO: View from my desk, 8 hrs a day, 5 days a week... blah blah blah.
I want to blaze new trails in my life. I want to take a different path. I want to venture into the unknown and experience things that I am not familiar with. Am I different from the person next to me? Am I that different from you?
Day in and day out I wake early, see my wonderful husband off to work, see my youngest son out the door to catch the bus to school, think of my son who does not live at home, think of my daughter, her husband and my grandchild to be. I get ready for work, walk out the door approx five minutes before time for me to sit at my desk.
The work day rarely changes. I am there, I check emails, I do paper work and filing and processing of files. I upload photos, label photos, work with our programs and wish I was anywhere but where I am at that moment.
I think of what I will cook for dinner, how much laundry there is to be done, what our weekend plans are, and what Kyle's schedule will dictate.
On my lunch, I am thankful that I get to step out of the office, away from the phones, away from the voices that continually invade my thoughts, that never shut up and are always there, there, speaking, talking, getting on my nerves.
I typically do shopping on my lunch, rush home to do a lil cleaning if there is time, put away groceries if needed, grab a fast lunch and back to work, leaving usually three minutes before time for me to sit back down at my desk.
I take small tours around facebook on occasion, dive into my personal email when there is time, discuss the gym with a co-worker or even sneak in a chapter of a book I might be reading.
I think of things I would rather be doing than sitting in this chair, sitting behind this desk, confirming logins for agents, passwords that I shouldn't even know, giving them their very own information they should keep up with themselves.
Sneaking in some heat from a portable heater under my desk is the highlight of my morning. Putting out the American flag, turning on the lamps, bringing in the flag, turning off the lamps, setting the alarm... all mundane activities that I do without thought.
I check my text messages, read them with a smile, knowing it is from a loved one. I dream of days I can spend at home, I wonder when that will be. I move from one minute to the other, from one hour to another, taking in my moments, wishing for something more, or is it less that I am wishing for?
No, definitely more. I want more than this job. I want to create, I want to travel, I want to shop in dinky lil thrift stores, smelly shops, crowded garage sales and bargain basement type shoppes. I want to take ten dollars and come home with a treasure after shopping all day! I want to be excited that I found something that was someone else's trash, and turn it into my very own treasure, or a treasure for me to give to someone else, to receive in return, a smile. A simple smile can make it all worth it.
I want to smile myself. I want to be able to wake in the mornings knowing that my day will be filled with adventure, even if it is only a day full of cleaning my guest bedroom, finding a piece of material and being inspired. It could be a day full of dusting my living room, coming across a photo in a drawer that I have yet to frame and deciding to make a mat for it.
I want to be a SAHM. I want to be a SAHG(stay at home gramma, a SAHW (stay at home wife), a SAHF(stay at home friend) who gets to say "Yes, sure, I would love to help with that charity, or go to lunch or meet you at the coffee shop, or library, or... or....
I want... things I do not have.
Am I so different? or are we all just the same?
Tell me, what do you want?