Mid-Monday Cocktails.

I woke up a couple mornings ago wanting to go back to sleep; the average response, probably for many people. I walked to the station envying people wearing casual clothes and going grocery shopping and doing other errands. I thought about the life of an unemployed housewife and wondered if it was worth envying, granted that her husband has an adequate income for the two of them, or more for children. Or maybe she just has inheritance money. Would life be good, then? I could maybe start my writing career, a hobby to come to life. But sleepily, I imagined that I'd just end up envying people who do work. At least people who don't have to work also have the option (and not urgency) to work, whereas people who work most likely can't afford not to work. Although naturally there are many material things in life that I want, and many things I'd like to do with the money I could possibly make, do these things just not motivate me as much as it motivates other career-driven women? I mean, I don't even consider myself career-driven, but some people get more schooling and aim for better jobs because... they're implicitly or explicitly told to do so. And then what? How many of them end up staying home to wear casual clothes and go grocery shopping and do other errands? More than I'd like to imagine. Am I solely limited because of the monetary restrictions of my current life? I feel that there are too many character flaws to fix before trying to fulfill my life with materialistic clutter. I think about this way too many times a week, when I walk around the city and watch people sip on cocktails on the sidewalk, in the middle of the day...on a Monday, wearing whatever they'd like. I suppose at 35, I wouldn't be able to get away with wearing exactly anything I want, though. What then, at 35, would I desire? You never feel the way you would think you would feel when you finally get to sit on the sidewalk sipping on a cocktail in the middle of the day.