The Rarest Vintage

I work hard, and I earn a fair, if not generous, wage. I don't complain, and I never hint about deserving a raise. This is part of my nature, and also part of my discipline as a recovering alcoholic. Nevertheless, after a long week, I sometimes forget to feel grateful for the fact that I have steady employment. On a Friday afternoon, holding my paycheck, I sometimes think enviously of those who earn more than I do. Tired from a hectic day, I too easily forget that my drinking once rendered me completely unemployable. And after almost three years of sobriety, I still slip into the daydream of how much better my life would be if only I had wealth.