When it's time to grow up, most of us do, and sometimes growing up means sacrifice. Before we know it, all of our eggs are in one basket and we're not even sure where that basket came from or if we actually like it. When is it that we forget to dream? What point in our lives do we reach when the dream becomes lost?
More importantly, I had created a stereotype over the years that made me view anyone in their thirties and having 'made it'. Sure, they may not have thought so, yet from the outside, everything looked peachy. They always had a great job and a great salary. They had children, or at least the prospect of children in the near future. I never dreaded reaching thirty because of this list of 'things to have before I'm thirty' I had set for myself.
When thirty came, and went, I thought 'what the fuck have I done with my life?'.
I had created so much hype about this amazing milestone that I had forgotten exactly what I needed to do to get there. I had given up my one true love - music - and the dream of becoming a screenwriter was hidden away in a file somewhere between 'be a good person' and 'make money'. I was telling my family to think about their future. To reach of the stars and live their dreams. Little did I realise that it was me who needed a pep talk.
I got off my backside and made a start. Where I am now is no where close to where I want to be in the next year, but the dream is alive again. This year, I made a life changing decision, and it will become everything I want it to be because I have reached the pivotol point in my life where your file of dreams can be dusted off, and life can be anything you make it.
All of these people were making it just enough to get through another day until finally deciding that there was more out there. That they too, could fulfill their dreams.
So what is my dream? It's pretty simple. I want to write for the screen. That's it. Just write. This reality has taken me to where I am today with a plethora of new friends and a community of authors that I never knew existed, all because I woke up and decided that I wasn't happy enough in what I was doing. Don't get me wrong, I have a great job and it pays pretty well too, but it's not the dream job, for me. For someone else, hey, it very well could be, and if I ended up doing it for the rest of my life then I would still feel I have contributed something to the world.
I'll be putting a series of these answers together for a blog post in the future for anyone who's willing to participate in an interview. You can connect with me via the links below: