Work Thoughts

My mind wanders during slow days at work. When my mouse isn't furiously clicking between InDesign, Photoshop and the multitude of networks, I imagine an endless stream of creative projects to do. I dream of the family cookbook I will design, the kitchen cabinets I will resurface, the wall I will decorate, the pillows I will sew, the canvases I will oil, the scenes I will photograph, the mittens I will knit, the scrapbook I will update, the frames I will hang. My mind runs like a sugar-high child on the playground. Then I remember: this is why I work. I work to live. I work to one day support a life full of awesome hobbies. For now, most of these creative projects dance within my head, but soon (boy, I hope soon...), I will live the life where I can put these ideas to work.