When asked what job I would like to do for just one day, the answer would be a high powered billionaire entrepreneur. Not because I admire billionaires or dream of corporate empires, but because one absurdly profitable day inside that world could buy something far more valuable than luxury. It could buy breathing room. Enough to clear debt, secure the children, and remove that constant question hanging over every creative idea: can we afford this?
What’s a job you would like to do for just one day?
Money changes the tone of everything. It turns art from something squeezed into tired margins into something made with thought, patience, and care. It buys time with family. Time to build the farm into more than a weekend recovery project. Time to make the books and artworks that are sitting half formed in the back paddocks of the mind waiting for a proper season.
That is the real fantasy. Not yachts, not suits, not polished boardrooms. Just enough freedom to stop negotiating every meaningful decision with the bank account. Enough room to make art, raise animals, raise children, and build a life that feels slower, truer, and more our own.
So yes, I would happily borrow the billionaire job for a day.
I would take the ridiculous money, thank the machine very much, and then disappear straight back to the land, the sketchbooks, the ducks, and the unfinished ideas.
The billionaire can keep the lifestyle.
I only want the exit door.
Kids Book Illustrator Andy C Marshall 