"Let him go!"
"We need him out here, free!"

In the essence of dreaming big, I freely, openly, emphatically request free time.
I love school. I always have. I like my job. I enjoy taking care of my own apartment that I get to decorate, clean, and stock with supplies as I see fit. I adore driving my new car. There are lots of really great things about my life right now, but free time is definitely not one of them.
I love school - but I spend my day off of work doing homework, responding to forums, and working on research papers.
I like my job - but that one has the obvious issue of taking up 40 solid hours of my week.
I enjoy having my own place - but the dishes don't do themselves, food doesn't magically appear in the fridge [read: it takes time to buy groceries, cook things, clean up afterward], and vacuuming has become a dreaded necessity.
My new car is awesome - but I get to go sit in the license branch after work today (on a Friday afternoon) and see if I can get the thing registered, titled, and plated.
This is definitely not meant to be a gripe session. Rather, it is intended as an expression of life's busy-ness. Even the simplest tasks take time.
If reality disappeared for a while and I had 3 months of summer stretching out lazily and languidly in front of me... No alarm clock. Nowhere to be at 8am. Losing track of the day of the week [Is it Tuesday? No way. Maybe it's Thursday...? Oh well, I don't remember. It doesn't matter. Have some Kool-Aid.]. Reading under a shade tree. Spending my lunch hour by and/or in the pool. To just feel free for more than a day at a time. How glorious...
I wonder what you would do with a bunch of free time? Build a boat, maybe? Or take a nap?
40 Days of Dreams
Day 2: Learn to cook.
Day 3: Find free time.
Day 3: Find free time.
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