Dear Linda,
Here is my dream, and I really can see it this vividly:
I woke up this morning and slowly crawled out of bed. I pulled back the curtains on another glorious spring day, getting a full view of the daffodils that proliferate the front yard. The birds are busy at the feeder announcing the day, the red of the Cardinal punctuating the moment as if to say, "Hurry, you're burning daylight!"
I wrap my robe around me and walk to the kitchen. I let the dogs into the chained-in back yard and pour myself a cup of coffee. My husband joins me for a cup, and we have breakfast together.
I love my new kitchen! I love that everything has a place, and the new breakfast nook in the bay window, and the new pots hanging from my ceiling above the semi-island, and the new tile floor that is sooo much easier to clean.
We sit in the breakfast nook, listening to the radio and glancing outside to make sure the dogs are getting along, discussing our upcoming day, or upcoming events the kids are planning.
After a couple of cups of coffee, I make my way back to take a shower and get ready for my day.
I get dressed after my shower, then check the dogs one last time to make sure they have enough food and water, call Princess, my funny dog, and she follows me to my car where my husband is waiting.
We drive just down the road to Bolin Family Jewelry, the small factory I have built since my online store made my handcrafted jewelry so popular.
Our employees get an on-site free employee daycare and excellent health benefits, including a retirement plan. My "girls", although they are not all girls, get to design a piece of jewelry themselves each week and keep the profits for a bonus, which makes for a nice addition to their check.
Each employee is making enough to live on, some for the first time in their lives.
Barry heads back to shipping, and I'm in my hoveround with Princess in tow, going through to check on my employees, each at their beading stations, see how the necklaces are coming, see who is being trained in the craft of jewelry making, see who has come up with this week's featured piece, see the faces of the women, who used to think that their lives were going to be spent in a chicken plant stuck with an abusive husband they felt they couldn't leave because they had no real education or skills, radiate with joy at finally having an option.
In September of every year, we run all of the items the "girls" created over the last year in a special online feature catalog for one month, and the proceeds go toward our Christmas party and bonuses.
After my tour and brief visit with everyone, I head to my office. I check in with my secretary and figure out which messages are the most important. I spend the rest of the morning handling business, then lunch time comes and I head back downstairs.
We all meet in the break room, which adjoins the daycare, and the children come join their mothers. My part-time cook has prepared an excellent, healthy meal for us, and we all bow our heads and say grace. Even those who are not religious, or may not follow Christianity, take a moment to follow their own religious customs or simply meditate for a moment.
Then, we enjoy a wonderful lunch as an extended family, conversation and ideas flowing, everyone catching up on recent events or trading jewelry design ideas.
After lunch, it is back to business as usual. I try to spend at least an hour with the new recruits, teaching them how to make a hematite bracelet, or how to weave a hemp choker and get the beads centered. I double check with shipping to make sure there are no problems with orders going out or coming in. Of course, Barry has everything under control.
Then, it is back to the office for me and Princess, to tie up any loose ends and make sure everything is caught up for the day. I contact suppliers, contact customers who have had a question or complaint, etc.
My children stop in after school, my son on his way to his job, and my daughter to help out. She is a wonderful teacher, helping anyone who is having a problem. She is going to make a wonderful successor when my retirement comes.
And suddenly, before I know it, it is closing time. I say goodbye to everyone as they walk to their vehicles. Barry and I wait with the daycare staff until every child is safely returned home, then close the building up, and he and I and Princess return home to our family.
It has been another amazing day.
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