Wouldn't It Be Lovely?

Wouldn't it be lovely to be so enthusiastic about the work you do that you can't wait to leap out of bed in the morning and crack on with the day?

Wouldn't it be lovely if you were so engrossed in your work that time raced by, yet seemed at the same time to stand still whilst you filled it to the brim with progress and productivity?

Wouldn't it be lovely to feel your face light up and your soul glow when you tell other people exactly how it is you spend your life time?

Wouldn't it be lovely to go to bed at night feeling happy and satisfied that you've lived a truly wonderful day and you know you've made a difference to someone's life, not matter how big, no matter how small, no matter how way?

And wouldn't it be lovely if nothing would ever be a big enough excuse to prevent you doing what you love - not the bad weather, the habits of others, the lack of energy or skill, the loss of enthusiasm?

Wouldn't it be lovely to experience good pressure, the kind of pressure that you rise up with and ride, surfing it like a rolling wave, unafraid to travel with it because you know it will take you to new experiences, better living, a satisfied spirit?

Wouldn't it be lovely to take charge of your life, to answer to no-one but yourself, to be your own best line manager?

Wouldn't it be lovely to be confident enough to be able to feel the fear and take a risk anyway?

Wouldn't it be lovely to be able to laugh at the words 'But what if...? and 'If only...?'

Wouldn't it be lovely if the greatest responsibility you ever had was to be true to yourself the knowledge that whatever you do, you are doing it to the best of your ability?

Wouldn't it?