I like my work and love the people I work with. And I don’t mind what I do, either. If I’d won yesterday’s Powerball though, I think my first instinct would be to disappear and go travelling indefinitely. I’d travel until I was homesick, then come home for a while to recharge the batteries before travelling some more.
I doubt I could carry on like that for the rest of my life, however. I suspect that sooner or later I’d need some grounding. I can’t imagine I would go back to doing the same job. I wouldn’t want to work full time, definitely not. So what would I do with my life? I think it leads back to something I’ve mentioned earlier, which is a lack of passion within. Maybe it was never there, but I think (hope?) that it was, and is no longer as a result of a tragedy within my family which occurred several years ago. Something so huge it extinguished a flame that I’m still trying to reignite.
If money was no object, I would travel. But I feel like I might be trying to escape something which I will inevitably have to face in due time.