as I sit

As I sit, I think. 

I think about the future. Not tomorrow, next week, next month, or even next year.

I'm thinking farther down the road.

I'm thinking about how I don't want to have a normal job. I don't want to put on a shirt and tie and go to work from nine to five. I don't want to be a CPA or get an MBA. I don't want any job dealing with an acronym ending in A unless it's for the CIA. 


I want to be able to throw on sweats, a Fordham tee-shirt, and a hat and be able to say I'm going to work.

I want to sit behind a Macbook and have ten different tabs up. I want to be listening to music, online shopping, and researching random things on Wikipedia as I work. I want writing to be my work. 

I want a day at the office to consist of getting out of bed (or not if I don't have to), turning on my computer, and typing a few pages in Microsoft Word.

I don't want to get take out for lunch at the office. I want to make myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch.

I don't want a secretary and I don't want an office.

Instead, I want a wife who won't get mad when I leave the jelly out. Who won't mind that I left my dirty dishes around the house. I want a wife who will support me when writer's block sets in.

I want a wife who loves what I write, but loves what I say even more.

I want a family to support.

I want, more than anything, to be happy. 

NP: Have Faith In Me- A Day to Remember