I don't want to go to work tomorrow. I probably will, but the thought of entering the daily grind for another week just makes me cringe. Even though I will most likely be going out in the field for the first time since last fall.
My work doesn't matter. Counting fish, stocking fish, measuring fish....it's a great job, but I only do it for the compensation and ultimately it takes me away from what I love.
So what do I love?
I love my kitchen. Even though it's only an 8 x 12 shed, I have what I need out there and I love creating meals and food for my family. If I had my way, I would give up my full time job and just cook.
I love my garden. The feel of the soil between my fingers today was just...euphoric. When I am out there, I am happy. I listen to the birds, smell the soil, and think of the harvests to come. I think maybe this world does have a future. I think of the future, an 80 year old woman coming out to tend the soil, maybe her daughter or son or grandchild with her, helping out and absorbing the knowledge the grandmother has about the garden and what can grow there. After all, she has tended this garden for over forty years now. :)