I have this poster in my office (and no it’s not in reference to the Development, Relief and Education for Alien Minors Act). Ha ha ha.
I look this poster daily and am beginning to think that maybe it’s not the best thing to have in my office. I mean, all it really does is cause me to dream about not being here but instead being on a beautiful island somewhere.
This then leads me to thinking about why I can’t just win the lotto (I don’t actually play) or why I can’t just marry a rich old man (gross) or even why can’t I leave this job and head for the corporate world where I’d be making bank (too much pressure). I know that one of the main reasons I work in higher education is because it’s for “the greater good” and I know that if I truly were to leave this job for another I wouldn’t get near the satisfaction of feeling I’m making a difference in this world.
So, I’m back at square one … sitting in my office staring into this picture and imagining I’m there. Really though, that’s good for someone to do as far as their sanity goes (it’s called guided imagery and is often used in therapy to help people deal with various neurosis).
I’m sitting here wondering if I should actually have some posters on my wall of horrible atrocities or places that are far worse than my little humble abode. Maybe if I put this poster on the wall it would help remind me how well off I really am.