Freedom is the opposite of being chained to your desk so imagine manhandling the wheel of your beautiful white yacht sailing the seven seas.
Even if most days you like your job, you're still trapped in that one space, between the same four walls, glancing, like taking tiny sips, out the window, instead of drunk on the freedom of space and the potentially ever changing vista of the great open highways of the sea. Yacht sailing must be the antidote to work.
Aboard your yacht, sailing around Cape Horn perhaps, along spectacular, ancient coastlines, or hopping from tropical island to tropical island whilst sailing in French Polynesia, spending the afternoons resting on the deck of your yacht.
Then sailing between reef channels, and into beautiful ports, where you spend the evenings comparing notes with the other free spirits.
That was a rather romantic way to imagine yacht sailing, but there's a long tradition behind the idea of boats being the harbingers of humanity's true freedom.
I think the passion for travel that's burgeoned into the collective belly in the last few generations is just an extension of yacht lust.
You don't have to be a sea dog to be caught up in the dream of yacht sailing, there are companies that will provide you with a crew if it's adventure you're looking for, or a boat that even a beginner can master if you're not after much more than a leisurely bob round the islands. 'Skipper' sounds an appealing title to adopt doesn't it.
Like the fresh, salt sprinkled air, a yacht sailing trip reeks of freedom, even a jaunt down the canal on the way to the sea equals time to yourself and progress at your own pace in a way that few other journeys can match. It's a holiday from everything but history and the great outdoors.
I've always wanted my own yacht, not a metal boat with an outboard motor like my Dad's but a big white yacht with sails that billow, and ropes I have to tie in special knots.
From postcard perfect Polynesian seas of bright blue to the vividly evoked storms of Turner's greens and grays, it's the unpredictable nature of sailing the ocean that I fancy, the drama of it.
Following the ocean courses that early explorers forged; like sailing around Cape Horn. Roads so reliably finish somewhere, making a road trip a bit of a foregone conclusion, but the ocean potentially stretches to the shore and it could easily turn out not to be the shore you're expecting.
Worldwide experiences of yacht sailing can be found on a travel guide website. Sailing in French Polynesia or charters to sail around Cape Horn are amongst the many sailing guides on the website.