Page 50 of The Recovery Coach
Daisy gasped and clutched imaginary pearls.“No.Edward all the way.”
“We kept fighting over who got to put him on their board, so we agreed to share,” Hazy said.
“I don’t know why we were both delusional enough to think we could pull Taylor Lautner,” Livy said.She laughed and pinned a far too young for them now, but perfectly age-appropriate at the time Taylor to her board.
“You guys are insane for the team Edward and team Jacob argument.Alice and Rosalie wereright there,”Roxie said.
“Team Alice is a given,” Daisy said.
“In the baseball outfit,” Hazy agreed.
They spent three hours flipping through massive piles of magazines and decorating their vision boards.Roxie and Daisy chose to focus on their businesses.They created one for their podcast and one for Daisy’s event planning business.The woman stayed busy.Their boards contained beautiful venues, upgraded equipment, and dream guests.
Hazy struggled with his.He found pictures of the Cup, a bunch of vacation destinations he hadn’t visited yet, puppies, and a treehouse.His board changed from ten years ago, but only because he had all the things money could buy.His teenage self had put a G-Wagon on his board.A sleek, modern house with a big backyard.Fancy suits and watches.Different vacation spots he had already experienced.More expensive hockey equipment.Before he was drafted, it had a picture of Minnesota’s jersey because he had hoped to be drafted to his home team.
He expected the activity to bring clarity, but it stung knowing he’d achieved most of his childhood dreams and still felt empty.He was no closer to figuring out what he would do without hockey than when he started.
Livy’s board was filled with basic necessities and no-brainers.A Range Rover, some modest apartments, a cute baby, a wedding dress and engagement ring, and a treehouse.
He pointed at the picture of an empty cubicle.“What’s this one supposed to be?”
“A job.”
“You have a job,” Hazy said.He didn’t want to lose her to some soulless office.Ideally, she would renew their contract in March.
“What type of job are you looking for?”Roxie asked.
Livy picked a piece of lint off her shirt.“None at the moment.I have time.I’m mostly qualified for administrative stuff.”
“It’s rough out there,” Roxie said.“I’ve had about a million jobs and everything is so boring.Why can’t there be a job where I get to be surrounded by sports and beautiful women all day?That would be the dream.”
“You have never sounded more like a man,” Daisy said.She gathered the obliterated magazines and tossed them into a big box.
“Don’t you get that with the podcast?”Livy asked.She pulled her finished corkboard off the easel and leaned it against the wall before dismantling the art stand.
“Oh, the podcast is great.I get the sports part, but it’s male-dominated and our peers can be super misogynistic.Plus, the podcast doesn’t pay the bills.It’s more of a hobby.”Roxie grabbed empty soda cans and plates and put them in the kitchen.
“Maybe someday Seattle will get a women’s hockey team.That would be so fucking cool.I’d pull a million strings to get you a commentating gig,” Hazy said.He wiped glitter and glue off the coffee table with a wet rag.
“I won’t hold my breath,” Roxie said.
“What’s your day job if the podcast isn’t paying the bills?”Livy asked.
“I work as a receptionist at a pediatric clinic.It’s fine.I see a lot of cute kids.Good hours.Benefits.Still boring though.”
“I’d prefer boredom to being broke.”
“For sure,” Roxie said.
“Do you work outside of the podcast and your business?”Livy asked Daisy.
“I do a million jobs.The podcast.”She gestured to the vision board with beautiful gardens and cocktails all over it.“An event planning business.And the Freeze hire me for a few team-building events each season.I honestly don’t have to work at all, but I get bored.”
Listening to them talk about their jobs made Hazy want to shower them with enough money to do whatever the hell they wanted.They were stubborn brats who would say no, but he wanted to nonetheless.Daisy didn’t even let Beanie do that, and they’d been married almost half a decade.
“If you had all the time and money in the world, what would you choose to do?”he asked.
“I’d do exactly what I’m doing now,” Daisy said.
