Lazy or Driven?

I often get criticism about the way I want to live. There is just something inside me that doesn’t think I should do certain things.

Like, why should I have to take out the garbage? That should be someone else’s job. And why should I have to maintain my car? Can’t someone else do that for me? While I’m very good at managing my bills, it would be nice if I had an assistant to handle all of that for me. What’s so wrong with that? Why do people look at me funny when I say I want someone to come clean up for me? ~sigh~

I just don’t want to do it.

Look, I don’t think I’m a snob. Far from it. I just don’t want to do any of that stuff. I’m a writer. I’m a motivator. I just want to do what I was put here to do. Ok, I’ll admit it, when it comes to cleaning my house, I’ll do it, but it doesn’t bring me joy or satisfaction and I would be much happier if I could afford to pay someone else to do it for me.

In fact, that’s my plan. I’m determined to be able to become financially set so that I can pay people to do all of the things that I don’t want to do, like laundry and driving and shopping. Ughh. The way people react you would think that I just told them that I didn’t want to work and hoped for a sugar daddy to pay my bills. I never said that. I always want to have a full plate of projects and I enjoy working hard at the things I love, but the things I don’t love, like cooking and cleaning, I plan to leave to someone else.

Call me spoiled, call me a snob or call me a dreamer, but wait, you’ll see. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with employing people to manage your household. I want the whole shebang- Cooks, drivers, housekeepers and all. Damn the fact that I was raised in the projects. A sista can still dream. A sista can still hope. A sista can still work toward making these desires a reality.

I’m not hoping to MARRY RICH. I’m not hoping to get a sponsor. I want to do it myself. And I will. And if you keep looking at me like I’m a fool when I mention my heart’s desire, you won’t even be able to come to my house and eat none of my chef’s cuisine! Nah!