A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood

Its a beautiful day in the neighborhood. A truly wonderful day to be alive. I sit here typing away and wondering why it is that I am inside? How did it come to pass that I sold my time in this way? It is what we do, sell our time to our employers. We sell our time and our skills in exchange for that paycheck that supposedly makes it possible for us to live the life we want to live.

Yet on a day like today, do you ever wonder - am I getting what I bargained for? Not am I getting the paycheck. You should be fairly certain that will happen (at least I hope we all are). But are you getting to live the life you want to through the sale of your time and skills?

While you sit there, or whatever it is that you do: (meet, greet, wheel, deal, hammer, saw, write or create) are you missing that glorious day that can't be relived? Is there a better way to work this employment gig? And wouldn't you love to find it?

I realize this is really just wishful thinking for the most part. There simply are work hours, because we do need to connect to others to get those agreements accomplished, and not everyone is having the wonderful day that we are having everywhere around the world. So short of having a weather machine that can provide all of us the perfect simultaneous day, it seems unlikely that everyone will have the same desire to break concommitantly.

But perhaps we will at some point in the very near future have the technology that lets us take our jobs outside when the weather is fine, and perhaps the sale of our time will feel a bit more like a great deal when that happens.

Til then, I guess I will just have to make sure that I get outside to walk on breaks and enjoy knowing that someone, somewhere is really spending it well. Enjoy the day..............