I have a theory that we all have an idea of a job we’d do if money wasn’t a thing. A fun job, a meaningless job, a flexible job, or even a non-job — we’d take the role if offered. When I was younger (much younger), that job for me was living in a log cabin in the country with a lot of land. I grew up in the country and our home was far out from the city and suburbs. Big open areas and starry skies with quiet nights were a frequent occurrence. Plus, and most importantly, I read ALL the books in the Little House on the Prairie series. I was just convinced at the tender age of 7 that the way to go was living off the grid. I was enthralled with the stories of homesteaders and settlers who went West looking for new opportunities. It seemed like fun and I loved animals so riding horses all day sounded amazing. 

I wanted to travel and get paid for it. Once upon a time I was stuck in a (literal) cubicle job and had some down time on my hands. I knew that I needed something different and that office life wasn’t something I wanted long term. I was (surprisingly) able to find a whole other career field where I combined my education with my desire to travel and I spent four years on the road. It was a good experience overall and I got to see a part of the country I never anticipated visiting. “Yay” for trying something different.

The today version of me would like to be a stocker at my favorite candle store. It would (hypothetically) be very low stress filled with good smells and bright colors. I wouldn’t have to stress about where to put things and I’d just follow the pattern I’d been given. I could carefully organize the candles ensuring that each label is facing forward. It would be nice. I’d learn more about fragrances and would appreciate the routine of creating the displays. Now, because this is a purely hypothetical scenario, I’d want to be able to work whenever I wanted. Two hours, four hours, eight hours, whatever I wanted to do. It would be chill and I could use my employee discount to really create my own extensive candle collection. Then, when I had enough candles, I’d quietly submit my resignation thanking the company for the opportunity. Actually, I’d probably start thinking about what else I wanted to stock up on in my house. Maybe a furniture store.