There was a song once “Living On An Island” I’ll have to get a copy from somewhere,I remember it as a very cheerful and happy song.

I too found that most all my previous work, mostly to make others rich,involved doing menial,unfulfilling tasks in a factory,or office clocking on and off, day in day out was not my cuppa tea.

Work that needed doing yesterday according to the boss. as he rubbed his hands together gleefully as he ambled along. as we were pulling our puddings out with effort.

My fellow workers and I could have done with an island then.

I created my dream island in my head as I worked.

And now I can live in desert island time because I too have made the break from the rat race.

I don’t work at all now.
I do what I love and that is not work at all.

And I recommend that readers find out what it is they love doing too(keep it legal,life enhancing and valuble to others) and it’s surprising how well it turns out.
How noticably free of stress one can become.

I say let’s pack in working and let’s all oin you in desert island time.