Oh late I’ve been feeling trapped in my house. Not because I cannot physically leave, but because I must be in the home eight hours a day to work. I look to my left and out the window I see one of my ponds, a pasture, and a portion of forest. That is where my souls wishes to be, not inside, attached to a keyboard, telling comuters what to do. I yearn for the day I no longer need to work this job. A day that will come someday, hopefully sooner than later, when I’m free of my financial debts and can live a life of relative poverty, free, and with my family.
![flowery border with man falling](/assets/border-vines-no-man.b7d246cc_DRxSe.webp)
![flowery border with man falling](/assets/man-no-vines.247a3187_Z2ioXNM.webp)