I’m not going to complain about my job.  I like my job.  I am happy I am employed.  But I’m allowed to dream, aren’t I?

I dream of one day be employed in a position that pays well for something I know for sure I’m really good at.  That presupposes that I CAN be really good at something but I think well enough of myself to assume that part of the equation.

My dream goes something like this:  I sitting at work figuring out the proper regression line to apply to term life insurance rates.  As an actuary, I am WELL compensated for this type of thing and the fact that the company is making money makes me happy.  Apparently deep down, I’m a company man through and through.  I wouldn’t want to go into the health insurance field because that would make me feel guilty – having to jack rates every year just to make ends meet.

Anyhoo…I decide one day that I want to go on vacation so I put in for time off right away because I know I have enough money to do it and I know I have enough vacation time to do it and this is AT THE SAME TIME so I do it.  Repeatedly.  Over the course of a couple decades.  Until one day I retire.  Without worrying about money or the price of healthcare because all along I had enough time outside of work to exercise and stay healthy thereby keeping term life insurance rates down for everyone.