Sitting here at my desk with my work laptop, two screens and a phone. My own desk. Is this a thing my younger self dreamed of? No… More likely acting in a blockbuster movie by the age of 16. Oh, how dreams die young.
Let me explain the fact that I thought my current job somehow fit into a dream my younger self may have had. Similar to the feeling I had the first time I stepped into IKEA (as an adult). That younger self dream being ‘it’s such fun imagining these things being in my future grown up world’. Main difference between IKEA and my job is that I still have those dream thoughts in adult Disneyland (IKEA).
Side note: This Thanksgiving I am thankful it is already Thursday afternoon – this thought comes to you from one of the first countries to experience the 23 November, but also not celebrate it. I am hoping little ole New Zealand gets some cyber Monday benefits.
Back to my point… FYI there may not be one.
Dreams and ideas are a funny thing. Little me would have loved the opportunity I have now, but sometimes dreams let you down. Expectations verse realities. Nowadays I find myself dreaming of consistent air conditioning in the office and appreciation from customers. Where have all the big dreams gone? I am finally at a stage in my life where I have the ability to go for my dream, but it is as if it has been drowned out by reality.
Let’s go back to the days of wanting to be something without worrying about bills, the housing market, ageing and uncertainty. Just go for it. Have a dream and try your damned hardest to get there. It may not end up being what you expected or the right choice, but at least you gave your dream your best shot.
I really should take my own advise. Instead I am reaching the end of my lunch break and heading back to my desk. Somewhat bitter about this post.
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