The Dream Job

Dear friends,

Sorry I haven't written in the past week. But let me assure you, a LOT has happened. Most importantly, I have decided to quite my job. Hallelu-yer!

Yes! I have finally seen the light. It turns out that I'm not meant to be in that miserable office for the rest of my life. Or even another year. Uh-uh. I am on my way out. I am no martyr. Life is too short.

I've decided that I'm going to save up and buy one whole month of my life. I'm going to quit, either in April, May, or June (whenever I can muster the courage), and I am going to spend a whole month living my dream life. And with that month, I'm going to feel what it feels like to be a full-time writer. I am going to wake up (and not at the ungodly hour of 5:00 AM any more) and maybe make a healthy breakfast for Eric and myself. Then my boy will go to work, and I'll do my morning meditation, followed by a shower. I will get dressed, then take my laptop to a coffee shop. Or perhaps, find an inspiring nook to write in at home. I will write for a few hours. Then I will go to yoga, or go on a peaceful walk. I will get exercise. I will have an afternoon meditation. Then write some more. Then I will prepare a healthy and satisfying evening meal for myself and Eric. Then my boy will get home, we will eat dinner, we will watch a story in bed, and we will fall asleep at a reasonable hour.

That is the month I am buying myself. I am buying myself a month at a quiet and meditative retreat. I will eat healthfully again. I will move my body again. I will remove all stressors from my body, mind, and soul. And I will bring back the old Leila from the dead. Because this past year, in this macabre office, I have died a thousand deaths. My health has deteriorated, and I've started crying more regularly than a healthy person should. So I'm going to need a full month to heal from that.

After that month, I will get another job. But I will take Linsay's advice this time. "If you're scared of the person who's interviewing you, don't take the job." Lesson learned. The hard way.

After that month, I will be looking for a nice and easy reception job. Basically, a job where I can write all day. Because, at the age of 33, I finally know what I want to do when I grow up. I don't want to work in the communications department of an international organization or non-profit. I don't want to be the administrative assistant to the head of a video production company. I don't even want to be a radio DJ (that was so "Leila 2003"). I want to write stories. And then I want to perform stories. And then I want to work with my friends to turn those stories into movies and TV shows. That's what I want to do. I don't want to work on the set of other people's stories. I want to write my stories. That's it. That's the dream job. I want to write books and go on book tours. I want to write musicals. I want to write a sit-com. And I want to be in all of those productions as well.

Anyway, I want to keep talking about this beautiful month that I plan to buy myself (the greatest gift I could possibly give myself), but it's my bed time now. And I didn't get much sleep last night. And it was "spring forward" day light saving this past weekend, so I was basically a wreck at work today. So I need to go to bed (or "Bedfordshire", as I like to say) now.

But I will leave you with some "Sherman House Webisodes" to keep you company (just click here: www.shwebisodes.com).

Night-night,
Leila

P.S. Because every blog post needs a photo of the author. Here's me in 2012, feeling completely peaceful and serene in the heavenly town of Oxford, England. So peaceful :-)