I was telling my boss the other day is that my 3 dreams in life are to travel the world, write a best-selling book and run a nice, cozy café bar (with a library of books, movies and board games). She said that she had the same dreams too but “Anju, you need a day job until such time”. Another person stinging me with a dose of reality.
Until such time.
Why do we always make this “time” concept a vague point in the future? What’s wrong with right now? Why do you have had to made something yourself in a job you don’t really fit in to? People always talk of their dreams that way. Maybe when I’m 30, 40, 50. When there’s enough money. When I’m more settled. When my child is 18.
You know, someday.
It made me depressed that I’ve just come back from ticking of one of my other dreams and I’m slowing settling into the same attitude. So I made the decision to be realistic. I need money, yes. I need time, yes. So what if I, starting now, religiously put aside some money every month till I reach my goal amount (a realistic amount calculated by how much I need for rent, food and other realistic calculations). And what if then, I leave all this behind and … write?
Do I really need to be married and have a house of my own and a substantial savings to make a genuine attempt to make at least one of my dreams come true? Or do I go with the flow and live with the what ifs?