I Want Out

We all have to do something to earn a living in this world. My present vocational situation is as ideal as I could hope for. I susupect it would even instill envy in some. All the same, I want out.

I'm not saying that I am in the process of getting out, but I find it difficult to ignore the strong desire to get out and do something else. Once again, I have no idea what that could be or what it might involve; it just has to be something else. 

And that's where the fun starts. What else could I possibly do? What else would I be willing to do? What else would I actually like to do? Would anything else be meaningfully different from what I am doing now? Probably not. Then why bother with wanting out?

​Cope. Carry on. Make the best of it. Keep your attention focused on more important matters.  

For the first time, I wish I were of retirement age. Things would be a bit simpler if that were the case. But I'm not, which means I either make good on wanting out or on stifling wanting out and focusing that pent-up energy elsewhere. 

Which is what I will probably do. 

For now.