Today begins my thirty-(cough ack huwazahhpffftzzzz)th year on this earth. Believe it or not, I don’t feel much different than when I was a teenager. Sure, I might be a little rounder, a bit more weathered in some places, a bit creaky in others, but I still think like a kid, which makes me feel like a kid. I’m wiser, to be sure. Smarter? I don’t know about. But at least I have all my hair. Still in the original color.
Throughout my life I’ve wanted to do a lot of things. I wanted to be a TV star, so I got a degree in broadcasting., But I never worked in TV, something I occasionally think about, but never really regret. Some years back, I wanted to become a pilot. I talked about it for a long time. Then one day it dawned on me, talk accomplishes little. So, I made that dream happen. There have been times I’ve regretted it, but after sitting in ground school for ten hours a day last week, I’m ever more grateful I don’t go to an office every day. And, I’ve said it before, I finally have a job I don’t hate.
Which leads me to my next dream – that of being a writer. The path of my life led me places I could never have predicted. I dabbled in writing but was never serious until one day based in the complete opposite of serious gave me the kick I needed. It’s funny the things that lead us to make certain choices. If not for a certain ride, at a certain theme park, who knows where I’d be today? What passions would I have? What dreams would I still strive to make come true? And which dreams would be dead?
2 comments:
Life makes funny choices for us all. Some filled with drama, some banal. But each sends us in a directio we wouldn't have gone on before. When you're as old as I am -- which won't be for quite some time yet, whippersnapper -- you'll look back on it all and ask, "How the hell did I wind up here?"
Great post! Love the idea of deflated dreams seen as those Christmas decorations (very clever, Mrs. Sarcasm!).
I think action/hard work is important in a dream (getting in there, rolling up sleeves, doing the writing), but so much of it seems to depend on timing and luck *sigh*. I've never written more pages than I did this past year, but where has it gotten me, in terms of the dream (of publication)? Not published yet. Not agented yet. Dreams can definitely be a frustrating thing. But - I can't imagine a life without them, either. How boring it would be! :-)
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