The truth is that I wish I were a ski bum. I am not sure that is a job, or if that lifestyle even exists anymore, but I wish it were so. There are so many occupations which I wish I could do besides my current one…but as I see the snow pile up outside my door as I type this, I get the feeling that skiing should somehow be part of it.
I spent one day this week out on the mountain. One day, in nature, away from the TV and computer and it was glorious. It was cold, really cold, but glorious nonetheless. If only I could ski all winter, and bike around the world all summer. Maybe I should get an agent.
I have digressed from the topic of this blog. Perhaps that is because this blog is about dreaming and thinking about better things that an 9 to 3:30 job. I don’t exactly do that 9 to 5 thing that some people call a job. I don’t even where a suit. I know, I shouldn’t complain but that is what everyone does. Maybe even the guy skiing all winter has something to complain about. For the life of me, I can’t figure out what that would be, but maybe it is true.
I had a great day and I want another one. Rather than put up with the commute and the rude behaviour of the other commuters, I would like to be on top of the slope, sitting on a crudely made bench or snow bank drinking my coffee. Instead of hearing about subway delays or grumbling from the commuters, I would like to hear the wind whistling through the trees.
The worst part of this is that I am writing this on a Sunday night, and after a short sleep it will be Monday morning.