Recurring Dream

I seem to have a strange recurring dream. I’d be taking a bus from point A to B. But I know that there is another location, C, where there is a coffee shop selling delicious food. And I know that it would be a detour to go there and explore, but I just can’t resist the urge. I know that that is not really what my career is supposed to be, but I can’t help thinking about how nice and comfortable it would be to be grazing in that place. The first part of my thirties has been about me being relaxed and comfortable. But the work doesn’t seem to get done.