That loathesome thing you do in order to feed your children / thing under the bed.

I went to college for a long, long time. College is a scam.

I hate my boss and my job, but I can't switch jobs because I'm dependent on this income. I'd really like to do my own thing and get away from this all. Sometimes I just want to run away.

I wish I could pack up my house, my wife, and take off. I want to either hit it big or I just want to move to Nowheresville and live out life more simply.

I really wish I were more creative and could start my own thing. I want a better life for me and for my beloved wife.

posted to work by Andy, Ship Master of Generosity (1 comment)

Peyton, Archaeologist of the craft table,

Pray for it! DO the positive visualization thing if that's more your speed. Don't give up. If you can see it - and talk about what it looks like - then you can get there.

Sorry if all that sounded useless or corny.