"Gladiators"

I would knock out all of my inside walls so that my home was one large room. I would then establish a miniature Disneyland, with each quadrant being a new "land" and around which would circle a human-sized train. The train would have a whistle.

Rides appropriate to each land would be constructed.
1. Frozen Yogurt Land would have a frozen yogurt shop and frozen yogurt.
2. Air Born Land would have a trampoline, a huge fan that can hold people stationary in the air and so imitate skydiving, and one of those plane rides you see at the grocery store that you sit in and rock back and forth.
3. Government Land would have lego sets that represent the three branches of the United States government, with little lego figures debating in their lego congress and other little lego figures protesting.
4. Finally would be Puppies-Versus-Kittens Land. Here, puppies and kittens would be dressed as gladiators. Several bowls of warm buttermilk would be set in the center of a puppy-versus-kittens arena, enough for all of the puppies and kittens. They would be let out of their respective cages at once to run to the center as gladiators would, only they would not fight because they all have buttermilk.

I'm indecisive about what my next venture in life should be (specifically, over the summer). I want to become a better public speaker, so I could join Toastmasters, Int; I like acting, so I'd like to take a drama class; and I like soccer, so I could play that over the summer at a local junior college.

Of course, there are more important decisions to be made as well. These include what color toothbrush to buy, whether to put mustard on my sandwich, and who to invite to my make-believe tea party.

Okay, so on a serious note, I do appreciate my job, which allows me to be creative, and my colleagues and boss are both great. That makes me resolved to stay. It's nice that in a world of indecision, I can be content with my choice on this one important thing.

As told through the viewpoint of a monkey (an experiment in perspective):

With that solace which sometimes adorns the face of simian creatures like myself, some would argue that I feel younger than I am. "Watch as he swings along the boughs," screams one young lad. "He's free!"

Then they understand that to obfuscate me in such a fashion is both ill-advised and reckless, for I turn against them with such unabashed rage that other monkeys like myself clear a fifteen-foot radius for me to let loose upon the world.

"No doubt you think I have a problem with my temper, but I am not the angry creature you think I am," I merit, an assertion made more for myself than for others.

The lesson to be learned here comes often with experience. It is simply this: admit who you are, and think no thing higher or lower of yourself, for a man or woman with so clear a self-picture can bring to the world a wisdom which not only governs how and when to use our talents, but inspires others to find themselves and do the same.

"Where your talents and the needs of the world cross," Aristotle once said, "there lies your vocation."