When I was in High School, I had dreams. Dreams of being a big writer, dreams of being a movie director, dreams of being a Chef, and dreams of being a big ole computer nerd.
Now, I find myself down the road, still in the town that I grew up in.
I was able to find a job that has given me a lot of experience.. In a field I like.
Now, things haven’t gone like I thought they would. I don’t have the 2 2/5’s kids, I am not in some big city making movies, or making food/chocolates/pastries.
Part of me wonders, did I take the road most travelled? Should I have gone abroad, stuck a flag on a backpack and hike the world? Should I have been a poor college student? Gone to live in some dorms?
I don’t know. Part of me thinks, I’m right where I need to be. The other side .. well, I don’t know.
When do you decide that dreams are just that.
Dreams.
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