Motivational speaksers, psychologists (or psychology majors at least) and new ageists tell you that you should visualize the life you want in order to make it happen. So that's what I'm about to do. In addition, I'll chronicle what really happens in my current life.
Welcome to Chandra's real life:
8:00 am: make love on 1200 thread count sheets in the king size bed with the wrought iron head/foot boards.
real life 6:00 am: push the sleep button on the alarm clock just enough times for me to be certain that I'll be 5 minutes late for work. Stumble out of our queen size bed, moving carefully so as not to cut myself to ribbons on 150 counts sheets
9:00 am: Sit out on the deck overlooking the mediterranean ocean, eating a bowl of fruit and using my wireless internet service to read the world news online.
real life 8:30 am: run down to the cafeteria at work and hope that the usual grill cook is out and someone else is manning the grill so that my cheese omelet won't be runny. Grab a cup of water
10:00 am: Tidy up the spacious and fantastically furnished apartment before walking to the town centre to do some shopping at the local specialty shops.
real life 9:00 am: Wonder how I got suckered into this job of training people who don't want to be trained. We have a new policy of hiring only college graduates, yet is seems as though I spend the day working with small children.
noon: Hop on a train and head to another region of the country or to a totally different country, for research for my career, travel writing. Spend the day living amongst the locals, shopping in the local markets, having an early evening meal, before heading home on the train. Who knew you could traverse an entire country or countries in little more than 3 hours? and for so little money.
real life noon: run out to the local mega chain store to browse the mass produced and mass marketed "fashions"
6:00 pm, Stop by the local butchers market and pick up aged beef, freshly made sausage (without all the fillers) or maybe a freshly killed chicken, the produce market for tomatoes that taste like they did at my grandmother's farm, the cheese shop to pick up freshly made, unpasteurized cheese and the bakery for artisinal bread, for our late evening meal.
real life 4:00 pm, Stop by the local mega grocery store to buy food that has been shrink-wrapped so that you are no longer able to associate it with the animal it came from. peruse the disappointing cilantro, the withered zucchini, the flavorless tomatoes, the unbreadlike bread.
7-9 pm, take a stroll along the plaza for exercise, to socialize and marvel at the spirit of humanity.
real life 7-9 pm, run through every channel on the cable lineup, debate using the gym contraption in the basement, but decide it's too dark, cold, damp, spidery, scary and lonely down there.
10:00 pm: make love on 1200 thread count sheets in the king size bed with the wrought iron head/foot boards.
real life 11:00 pm: fall asleep with the tv tuned to the cartoon channel, dreaming about my real life.
Note: As soon as Dan is doing better, we'll get to work on part of the real life, I'll leave you to guess which part.