Day of the Ditch

Many a corporate days are spent by so many daydreaming portions of their eight hours away. Thoughts of carelessly frolicking through fields of green, sailing towards a sunset on a foreign sea, and soaking in the warmth and caress of the sun free one’s soul for that instance in time. We have all done it. We have all caught ourselves somewhere other than on the spreadsheet in front of our faces from time to time. We learned this skill in K-12, practiced it in college, and have now perfected the art of daydreaming. You spend your days in your often times unfulfilling desk jobs entombed in the four walls that house you in order to pay for your car that is destroying the atmosphere, for the mortgage on the home for which you overextended yourself, and for the retirement account you hope to fill enough to avoid eating cat food in your old age if you make it that far without dropping dead at 55 of a coronary. There must be a reason so many of us do this for so many years of our lives. Even with this highly active imagination I possess, I still can’t figure out why.

Today was a different day for me. Today, I just said “No.” Today was the Day of the Ditch.

After one commits fully to the Call-In, one must then reason the guilt away unless you are so far gone you just can’t possibly give a shit. I am not that miserable yet, nor do I ever plan to be. After my Call-In, I decided to do my reasoning the proper way…from the warmth of my fluffy bed that Evil Work pries me away from each weekday with the assistance of it’s Alarm Clock Henchman. The first wonderful thing I did was to disarm the evil little fucking henchman and silence that bastard with a smile on my face. The next item on my non-agenda was to figure out if I wanted to go back to sleep or engage in something fun. It was time for some fun since I wanted to suck the marrow from this glorious feast of a day and not let anything pass me by.

Today, I felt the warmth of my hazelnut coffee, freshly brewed from my home coffee maker, pass my lips and warm my insides. I smelled the freshness of the crisp Fall morning at 9am from the mass of land in between the Oceanside Harbor and the Pacific Ocean. I tasted the salty air as I ran freely with my dog, stopping as either of us wished, to explore a dock or chase a pelican. I saw an old friend over the relaxing adventure of a B-52 Coffee while appreciating the view of freedom atop an ocean front restaurant. I listened to the stories of a seasoned fisherman, the likes of which I would have never seen had I been trapped in my box at work. I made sure this day was one to remember.