Life envy

I have to confess, I have life envy. I read this post today and sighed and yearned. How fabulous would that be? It perhaps weaves into my personality post of yesterday, with it's pointers to imagination and logic (I love her discussion of Reason and Imagination), as well as the earlier one on the influence of books in the lives of children.

I need to make some decisions of my own soon about where to go from here, which I am finding difficult because where I have been thus far doesn’t necessarily add up to anything (and many is the time I could kick myself that I didn’t do an Arts degree!). And then the other side of me tells me that where I am is fine, and that since what I love is not something I am likely to get paid for, or something that further study is likely to make vocational (I have my doubts that something like a Masters in poetry is going to take me anywhere, or that making things in crochet, or with words, is my get-rich-quick scheme), this will do as a fairly low-stress fundraiser that allows me to do other things. But then …