Most days I love having an office job. I love having a desk, a computer, a phone that’s all mine and a set of daily tasks to complete at that desk of my very own. And besides, I don’t spend all of my day at that desk. Being a reporter allows for trips here and there, to and fro at random intervals, breaking the monotony of the day.
But generally speaking, I have an office job. And that’s cool with me. But some days I have an insatiable desire to be outdoors, outside of what feels like a cage closing in on me. I want to be guiding a safari or looking for pebbles in a creek bed or skipping through a field a-la Maria from The Sound of Music.
Some days feel just like the day before. Some hours the hand on the clock appears to be in the same position as it was before. Some articles read just like the articles I wrote before.
I wonder if Christiane Amanpour or Bono or the Queen of England ever get bored.
I want to go salsa dancing, sky diving, get a tattoo, stand under a giant waterfall, experience the vastness of the Grand Canyon.
Perhaps I can settle for something a little less grandiose. Just sing me a song or take me to the park or bring me an ice cream cone, stat.
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