Waiting for the bus yesterday I saw a woman from the local utility connecting the electric and gas for a new business. She had a great big wrench and put her leg against the wall for leverage to tighten a fitting. We started talking about tools and the even larger wrenches she has. Then she said, "you should come work for me." In my head I said Absolutely! while knowing it's impossible.
I've had three or four experiences recently of realizing a job would suit me well, then I stopped myself. I haven't been able to work for years, and then only part time from home. Maybe there is something in my future, a reason for these thoughts. At least they don't make me sad anymore. I would love my body to heal but have no faith that this will happen. If I could just have enough energy for daily life plus a little extra for fun that would be amazing!