I was taking a nap on a hammock instead of sitting here at my desk at work.
I was done with school.
I could afford to quit my job and take photography classes.
I wish I had enough money to buy a house.
I could open all the windows in my nonexistent house to feel the breeze as I rock my nonexistent baby to sleep...
All very good wishes, but all in the future. I do not particularly enjoy feeling discontent and lately I have been dreaming of better days instead of these days. I have been praying a lot for a better attitude because I know I have some more climbing to do before I reach the top of this mountain that I am on. I'm sure I am not the only one who feels this way, but it sure stinks.