Four days after getting fired my job position was eliminated, I have no shortage of dreams I feel well-equipped to follow. Tonight (its 12:41am and I’ve been surfing for dreams for far too long), I am grateful for the possibility that lies ahead of me. Perhaps I will do any or all of these things:

• finish my book. use all my extra time to go on book tour and sell 100,000 copies
• start my own grant writing business
• retire by 30
• work at a book store
• travel to Africa
• become a vegan baker
• become a landscaper
• go back to school to study… (and here is where I’ve spent hours on the internet)…linguistics, English, rhetoric, education, african literature & languages, horticulture, real estate, business, creative writing, ???
• get another 40-hour/week job, 50 week/year. (omg, please help me if that is the choice)
• live off unemployment for as long as possible while taking amateur photos, baking vegan treats, and sewing quilts
• pour my energy back into the long-forgotten HideYourStash.com venture
• move to the mountains, ocean, or Australia
• take up short story writing
• start Ladies K LLC, for real
• ride my bike across the country
• teach more classes
• become an internet millionaire
• concentrate my efforts on getting on Oprah
• read all my favorite books
• run or ride my bike every day.
• eat chocolate cookies, drink red wine, and sulk about losing my job
• sleep late, stay up late, get on a crazy nocturnal schedule that only artists, writers, and the mentally ill can keep
• discover an alternative fuel source
• do some serious woodworking with my dad
• transform my blog into money-making-machine
• become the world’s best K-12 grant writer just to make ’em sorry they let me go
• become a bike mechanic
• teach Spinning classes