I was chatting with a friend on Wednesday, as I worked lazily from home and at 9:15am I was vaguely considering getting out from under my nice warm comforter, showering, eating something, and heading out to Peet's for some chai. And I get to have all these fantastic friends and a motorcycle and do lots of fun stuff. Even if I lose all my toys, I get to keep my friends.
It struck me that lately, as I enjoy my daily life and its abundant opportunities for both challenge and slacking, it all has an extra shine, because as I was growing up my parents always taught me that eventually I would have to grow up and get a real job. This would ordinarily be the case, but I think I got lucky and then ran with it.