I imagined a lot about life when I was younger. I thought about all sorts of options, diplomat (not real self aware with that one), wandering waitress/bar tender with a motorcycle driving my Harley from town to town, or some organizational job in some far off locale. All of them ensured no attachment to place and non stop adventures to reminisce about in my old age. They all seemed possible and there was a deep appeal to being a vagabond. But alas, that is not at all how it turned out. I have a partner, a mortgage, a stressful job and never enough time. Life is officially occurring at light speed and as far as I can tell, there is very little one can do about this.