When I get a little restless about my life, even at my age I sometimes imagine others. As an adult, I have passively envied* carpenters, constitutional lawyers, music video producers, professors of Italian literature, and the food critic of the New York Times (with the metabolism of a greyhound...)
Watching one of his many fascinating nature programs, Flying Monsters, I think that having a life like David Attenborough would be great fun.
Or being a fiction writer like Brad Thor. (Is that his real name? Sounds like a gay porn actor's.)
*Passive envy: wishing one had something someone else has, but without the intent to take it away from its rightful owner. It's the virtue of a slothful man.