8 Days and Counting

There's been no nap for 8 days. Eight. That's a long time for this nap addict. But saying that, I might have time for one this afternoon, and you can bet I'll jump into bed if I can.

I've decided that I should have changed my major way back in the day. I should be in travel/marketing. I like to plan trips for people. I really do. Having the fam here a little bit ago helped me to realise I actually do like making plans for others. (Now, I know I am control freak. What I mean to say here is that I can actually create plans around other people's idea of fun. Like, they also enjoy me planning things. Key difference.) And just think. I could travel around to places and then people could come to me and say, "What should I do in Rome?" And I can say, "Rome? Well, let me tell ya..." That way I could get a different taste of many hot spots too. I could do Europe as a backpacker, do the outdoorsy thing too. Then I could do the more refined, artsy way -- working my way through art galleries, museums and wineries. Then, I could go the family route and see that realm too. So then, I could meet my clients and see what kind of a tone they want for their trips. If it's calm and relaxed, flexible? No problem. Jam packed with events and itineraries? Done. A little bit of everything? Sure.

You'd travel, you'd help other people travel, you'd get to meet so many people. Why did I want to teach again? Stupid "noble" careers...