Your dream life

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This is a good exercise for my brain!

More than anything else, my dream life would be to get “back into” ballet and dance with the New York City Ballet. I had to quit a few years back, due to a major back injury, and that devastated me, especially since I was getting ready to major in dance in college.

At any rate, I would live in a magnificent, expensive apartment in New York and would basically eat, breathe, sleep and dance. I would not need anything else. 🙂
 
my dream?

A happy seashore summer with my dream family…2-4 kids and a wonderful husband. (nearly have the latter).

Very random dreams include raising German Shepard mutts as therepy dogs and introducing “dog in the workplace” and “dog in school” and “dogs/pets in nursing homes” programs. Or making an entire town set around dogs, belief in God and taking care of others.

Perhaps work with special needs adults again after my fantacy children are grown. I want to voulenteer at school till the youngest is out of elementary school, not necessarly in their class but even in the library. After get a job with something more or less aulturistic even if the pay is low. Then after the kids are all done college have a little farm with FH, who’d be dh of many years at that point.
 
Assuming you don’t have to worry about going to work, earning a living and such, what is your dream life?

I feel than I am called to marriage. every day I would wake up early and have a jog with my spouse. After that we attend daily Mass. When our children are of school age, I drop them off at school. The rest of the day I am busy with various fun and productive activities. I exercise, indulge in my hobbies and take classes in them, do volunteer work, look after my business, pray, travel. I get to hang out with my family and friends frequently and have wholesome fun times with them. I play hard, pray hard, and work hard.

Feel free to dream 👍
My dream life: my husband would have a job that he loves and that pays well. We’d own a house. I’d be a homemaker. We’d homeschool our children through grade school, send them to a good Catholic school based on classical education for middle school and send them to a good Catholic bording school with the same sort of education, lots of supervision and but away from us so that the transition between high school and college (with almost no supervision) isn’t so drastic. Sometime in there we’d be able to travel to Rome, and I’d overcome my bad habits and maintain the house better than I currently do.
 
I would be able to marry my best friend in the Catholic church. We would have a big enough house for my kids and his son. I would be able to continue staying at home.

I would start my day with daily mass than the gym with my husband. The rest of the day would be filled with doing volunteer work with my husband and spending time with our children.

And there would be plenty of grandchildren in the future that I could babysit and spoil.

I have been blessed with 4 great children and cherish every moment that I have been able to spend with them.
 
My dream life would be to find a nice women to marry, than have a large family. I would be working as an account in the NYC maybe if I could for the Yankees. Have a nice house on long island and spend a lot of time with my family.
 
My dream life would involve having a few more kids, an adequately sized house, and a Catholic church within walking distance (1-3 miles). I’d prefer having as much as possible within walking distance so that we could do as little driving as possible. We’d home school, but not much else would be different as far as the kids go, although we I’d try to get them to daily Mass, at least a few times each week. We wouldn’t bother with anything extravagant, as in no cable, basic cell phones for those who need them, etc., although we would take a nice family vacation each year. We’d garden as much as possible and try to be as self-sufficient as we could.
 
The dream: A lucrative, fun job with loads of benefits and a flexible schedule, so I can take long holidays every few months. A villa-style house, in the Canary Islands or Spain, Italy, the Caribbean (you get the picture), well far from tourists but near the sea. Marry a nice, gorgeous girl, have 3-4 kids, and a long table in the dining room, large enough to seat my massive extended family. All of that built on a love of God, love of family and vivacious living.
 
Fantasy Dream Life: I’m an immortal mage who travels different worlds. I see their many skies and sail their endless seas. With each world, my power grows as I gain more magical knowledge. I’d personally love to specialize in artifacts, dragons, and elemental magic. I fight monsters and curiously investigate the intrigues in each realm I set foot in. Soon I discover others like me and entire libraries would be filled detailing the adventures we all share. In short, it’s a life I could only write about IRL. TwT And besides, I’ll find the same love of my life there as well. (Only difference is she’s got angel powers. ;):p)
This! There’s room in your library for an aspiring necromancer, yeah? 👍

Real Dream Life: Married, to a kind n’ loving gal. At least three kids. Have our own little place somewhere where the ocean is. Share a strong, fruitful faith-life together. Hopefully, she’d be drawn to the Franciscans too! 😃

Slightly Less Plausible Dream Life: Somehow make my storm-chasing hobby into a viable career (would rather not be behind a desk crunching data all day); take my wife along with for the ride, and drive back home in the dark on the High Plains, singing songs and holding hands when we want to be quiet.

Yeah, buddy.
 
Live in the desert with no possessions. A monastic life of prayer.
 
I came very, very close to living my dream life. It involved getting married to this really great guy, moving to Northern Virginia, purchasing this lovely house that was nestled in a forest with big windows full of sunlight that filtered through the trees and the comfortable promise of living a relatively happy, quiet life that wouldn’t be wealthy but also wouldn’t be riddled with financial worries. We both would have probably stayed with our jobs, maybe travelled once per year. It wouldn’t have been bad at all, I think.

My dream didn’t work out at all. I never got married, I never moved to that lovely house in Virginia, although we came close enough to drive out to see it last year. The really great guy turned out to be not so great at all. Sometimes when I think about that house sitting in the woods, empty and cold, I get this pang of sadness, but I think God knows best when He doesn’t give us exactly what we want. I can only hope that He has something better in store, and that is why I try to maintain faith in a better outcome. 🙂

Today my dream is still to be happy and I try to achieve that even if it doesn’t live up to my preferred expectations or desires.
 
Sadly, I think my dream life would probably lose me my soul. I’m lousy at mortification. I’d spend all my time reading novels and waving at my pool boy to bring me cocktails.

😃
 
Sadly, I think my dream life would probably lose me my soul. I’m lousy at mortification. I’d spend all my time reading novels and waving at my pool boy to bring me cocktails.

😃
Oh come now, there’s technically nothing wrong with that. (For one thing, a dream-life income is automatically high enough to keep a pool boy well-paid and your cocktail supplies constantly replenished. :p).
 
Oh come now, there’s technically nothing wrong with that. (For one thing, a dream-life income is automatically high enough to keep a pool boy well-paid and your cocktail supplies constantly replenished. :p).
Oh, there’s plenty of wrong with that theologically, like Leonie said. But I’m sure she wouldn’t actually survive more than a couple of days doing just that. 😉 No matter what you think, you just can’t keep on relaxing for weeks or months. And if you, do you will actually be as tired as from going to work. It’s like with professional computer game players, to use an anology familiar to you. When you’re contractually obliged to play Starcraft 8 hours a day to compete in tournaments, it’s work, no matter how you look at it (and it stops being the entertaining hobby).
 
I think anyone would like to be more financially secure than they are, and I’d say that was the case for me. Though I must admit, I’m pretty geographically close to where I’d want to be.

I’d probably want to move an hour north and a bit west into the Shenandoah Valley where I can have a big farm with tons of land, with more than enough money and room for triple the amount of kids I currently have and it would snow more often, but not too often. Wouldn’t change a thing about the two kids I have now, nor the wife, but that’s easy when you’re married to a fantastic, caring, loving and virtuous woman with model looks to boot!

Oh, and in this dream life I own a tank for my personal use and an armored personnel carrier to tote the family around. That would be awesome.
 
I think anyone would like to be more financially secure than they are, and I’d say that was the case for me.
Same. Actually, my life resembled that kind of dream for a number of months lately because I had a very good financial return for hours of work invested and I could eke out a good income without actually working close to half-time in terms of hours. In my job line, it’s possible to have a month where you get a modest salary but you earn it for 3 full days of work in a whole month, and while you don’t make a fortune (those months you’re full of contracts and work serious overtime you do earn several times more), you’re livable. Leaves you with plenty of free time to enjoy.
 
Same. Actually, my life resembled that kind of dream for a number of months lately because I had a very good financial return for hours of work invested and I could eke out a good income without actually working close to half-time in terms of hours. In my job line, it’s possible to have a month where you get a modest salary but you earn it for 3 full days of work in a whole month, and while you don’t make a fortune (those months you’re full of contracts and work serious overtime you do earn several times more), you’re livable. Leaves you with plenty of free time to enjoy.
Free time? What’s that? I’m technically on vacation and I’m working harder than I do at the office, chasing two little ones around while the wife is out of town. Makes me appreciate the nonsense she puts up with.
 
Free time? What’s that? I’m technically on vacation and I’m working harder than I do at the office, chasing two little ones around while the wife is out of town. Makes me appreciate the nonsense she puts up with.
Free time is a sanity-keeping device. You probably know about 12 hour days and leaving office near dawn etc. I was especially annoyed by employers pretending that overtime does not exist (for salaried workers signed for one full time) and expecting employees to play the pretend game. To me that was blatantly violating the law, as well as faking an employment contract. When I realised it wasn’t about any single urgent current job that required finishing but about squeezing out more man hours, I was close to promising myself no more salaried work.

I don’t have a wife. I don’t have kids. I am an uncle, and I can play computer games. I don’t dare complain because I don’t know how I’d feel if I had zero time for myself, although life’s hard without that kind of companionship (regret for not having children has not yet hit).
 
Bah, I’m not complaining about my life. It seems like I do have a bit of downtime right now given that I’m writing here. Kids are preoccupied with a chalkboard.

I don’t know about 12 hour workdays, but 9-hour days are common. It’s just that the rest of my time is taken up by my family. Some might call it “free time” but I don’t, because I have a responsibility as a father and husband to play with them, teach them, love them and just be with them. It’s not free time as most might think of it, but it’s my favorite time and I wouldn’t trade it away for any amount of personal idle time. And now, back to the children…
 
Bah, I’m not complaining about my life. It seems like I do have a bit of downtime right now given that I’m writing here. Kids are preoccupied with a chalkboard.

I don’t know about 12 hour workdays, but 9-hour days are common. It’s just that the rest of my time is taken up by my family. Some might call it “free time” but I don’t, because I have a responsibility as a father and husband to play with them, teach them, love them and just be with them. It’s not free time as most might think of it, but it’s my favorite time and I wouldn’t trade it away for any amount of personal idle time. And now, back to the children…
:tiphat: Good luck!
 
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