If wishes were horses, beggars would ride

Does anyone know have a cure for post holiday blues?

I'm not going to go on about how much I hate my job and how I wish I could do something else. Yes my holiday was amazing and yes I would have liked it to last longer, but everyone has to work in some form or another. There will always be bills to pay and besides, I actually really like my job. I'm very lucky to work where I work and with the people I do. And yet, something's missing. 

I want to buy a motorhome and travel around

I also want chickens...(that could be interesting in a motor home)

I want to make playlists for every mood

I want to make mixed tapes for all my friends like I used to

I want to get better at playing the guitar

I want to start painting again

I want the days to get longer

I want to steal Dan's ipod touch

I want to go clothes shopping and buy myself a whole new wardrobe

I want to be brave enough to wear that red lipstick I bought at Christmas

I want a dog

I want to learn to speak Welsh again

I want to sit in the park and crochet like an old woman

I want to spend a whole day in bed and not worry that I'm wasting it

I also want a TV in the bedroom

I want to write a novel

I want, I want, I want, I want. That little list took me about a minute to write. They were just some of the ideas that have been running through my head these past couple of days. 

As you can see, they're not all practical or realistic, but they make my heart sing a little bit whenever I think about them. But I have a mortgage and a job and responsibilities. And that might sound sad, but don't feel too sorry for me. That mortgage? I wanted it. Those responsibilities? I chose them.

I've just got to find a way to a way to bridge the gap between my real life and my dream life.

Maybe that's what I can think about tomorrow.

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