Your phone’s alarm clock rudely interrupts you from dreamland. You begrudgingly fumble with it shut the damn thing off. Slowly, you get up out of your warm swaddle, scuff your feet making way to the bathroom, push your hair from your sleepy eyes. You then look into the mirror and whisper to yourself, ‘how long is this going to take’?
You want to run away from it. But, you can’t because of that dirty, little, three-letter word…JOB. You then think to yourself, “If only I can only run away from it all and go find somewhere to work remotely in camp chair alongside a riverbank.”