If someone would ask me right now to go for trip around the world, I'd go in a heartbeat it. I'm just so sick of it all. All the pressure and sheet load of work I should be doing.
Even though there probably is no absolute freedom, I'd be really happy with being free to choose the shit I have to do everyday. Now I can't even choose. I wish I could just snap my fingers make it all go away or have button in watch that would put time in pause mode so that I could breath for a while.
In the end there is only one way to get out of this big pile of dung. Pick up the pitchfork and shoveling.