Flash-forward fantasy

Every weekday morning for twenty years I’d get all dressed up and drive to a big building where I’d get a cup of coffee, sit at my desk, look out the window at the airplanes taking off, and wish I was at home, sitting at my desk with a cup of coffee, writing and waiting for the day to unfold.

For two of those years, after I had each of my children, I got to try out my fantasy (except for the desk and the writing and the waiting; so it really wasn’t my fantasy at all, just the at home part). My company had a very enlightened maternity leave policy. You could take a whole year off, without pay of course; but you were guaranteed a job at your same level when you returned. Plus, you could work part-time, with full benefits, when you did return.

So that’s what I did. It was like living two lives at the same time.

Now I’m in my future fantasy, my third life; sitting at my desk with a cup of coffee, writing and waiting for the day to unfold. Romantic fantasies don’t usually live up to their advance billing, but this one did.

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