For Love or Money

I wished the other day to be independently wealthy so I could do whatever I wanted whenever I wanted. It was a totally selfish moment and an envious one.

While sitting in my chair crocheting a scarf and watching a show on Netflix I realized what I was really doing was avoiding the dirty dishes and the laundry and the vacuum. I don’t like housework unless I am in the mood to do it. I think it’s mostly because it has the word “work” in it and I already have a full-time job that actually pays me and provides benefits.

In a perfect world I would either have enough money not to work and do what I love or what I love would actually pay the same as the job I currently have and provide benefits. Then, maybe housework wouldn’t be so bad. I do get a sense of accomplishment when everything is mostly clean and most things are in their proper places.

I don’t really mind my “real” job. It is quite interesting but the fact that I have to do it makes it less appealing and it’s not my dream job by any measure. I don’t know that I have a dream job. I have a dream life but not really a dream job. There are so many more things I would rather be doing especially since life is so short but there are the bills and other expenses of life that must be paid and if I didn’t have health insurance life would be a lot worse.


I guess in the end, money wins out over doing the things that you love but you still have to do the things you love sometimes to enjoy life even if it means not doing housework for a little while (at least until I can afford a housekeeper).