I was chatting to someone yesterday about work, and they asked me an interesting question.
“What would you do,” they said, “if you didn’t need to earn money?”
I thought about it for a few seconds, and started to answer.
“Oh, I don’t know,” I began, and then I corrected myself, because I totally do know. A few months ago I did an exercise where you write to a friend. It’s five years in the future, and you write as though you haven’t seen the friend in all that time. You write with no boundaries at all, describing your life, filling them in on everything that has happened since you last saw them. The key is that nothing is impossible. If you want to tell them you’ve been to the moon, then you can, there are no limits, it’s your dream life. Money is no object.
“I would spend quite a lot of time on a squishy sun lounger,” I told them, “or possibly a hammock, sipping cocktails and reading books. I would travel more, but in luxury.”
“Oooh yes,” they agreed, “that would be nice. I could handle that. No tent nonsense right?”
“I definitely would NOT have a back pack,” I confirmed. View Full Post