In my fantasy world, I would wake up every morning feeling rested and ready to go. I would get my children off to school happily and with ease. Then I would float out to my backyard studio, a lovely “she-shed” where the light slants through the windows at exactly the right angle regardless of the time of day. An elf would have set up my desk for me, laying out my notebook, my favorite writing implements, and a fresh coffee. A Scottish Fold kitten would be sleeping in a basket on my desk, and John Mayer would sit in the corner, strumming his guitar and occasionally supplying me with words I don’t know but would somehow be perfect for whatever I was working on. I would work until the words ran out, which would always coincide with the time I need to leave the house for school pick up.
expectations vs. reality
expectations vs. reality
expectations vs. reality
In my fantasy world, I would wake up every morning feeling rested and ready to go. I would get my children off to school happily and with ease. Then I would float out to my backyard studio, a lovely “she-shed” where the light slants through the windows at exactly the right angle regardless of the time of day. An elf would have set up my desk for me, laying out my notebook, my favorite writing implements, and a fresh coffee. A Scottish Fold kitten would be sleeping in a basket on my desk, and John Mayer would sit in the corner, strumming his guitar and occasionally supplying me with words I don’t know but would somehow be perfect for whatever I was working on. I would work until the words ran out, which would always coincide with the time I need to leave the house for school pick up.