I’m not for sure exactly why my posts here recently have been reflecting on issues regarding life, I guess I have just been thinking about these types of things. I know as I watch my two year old (going on thirteen) daughter grow up, I just delve a little deeper into the things in life that people think about.
I know when I was growing up, I changed what my dream was going to be multiple times. When I was in sophomore year in high school, I was ready to be an astronomer. I wanted to be one of the people that sit at a telescope and discovered everything they could about the heavens.
As I delved more into technology in my upper years in high school, I was quickly going to be a computer programmer. The programming language spoke to me and I was pretty good at typing it down. Even won a National Award for a computer program that I helped build. I loved every second of it.
As I got into college, I started down the road of Computer Science. I loved the programming but I ran into an archenemy of mine that I didn’t know I had, Calculus. My high school was a small rural school and because of this, I never really had a Trigonometry teacher. Anyone who knows Calculus can put together that Trig is pretty much the base work for Calculus. So the classes were extremely hard for me and by the second year, I decided that I had had enough. I saw all the math that was intertwined with a Computer Science degree and quickly shifted to a much less math intensive Information Science and Technology degree. Still got to work on computers, still got to enjoy tech.
After spending the last five years as a manager for an electrical wholesaler, I moved back into the tech world and am loving every minute of it. I didn’t realize how much I had missed it until I got back into it.
Now I didn’t give this story to show how my dreams have changed over my life, I gave this story to show that no where in there was my dream is writing. Most of my dreams have involved science or technology at one point, but as I’ve grown older, writing keeps tugging at the back of my mind. I have spent some time writing in my after hours for the last couple of years, but I have never really sat down and made a commitment to the words that are running in my head. Today I want to make that commitment, in front of you and mainly in front of myself.
I must let the story out, I must get the words on the page (even if I’m the only one that likes it), I must bring my stories to others. I will still be working my day job and doing everything I can to get better at it, this is just my own pledge to put writing on the map. Instead of dreaming about being an author, I’m going to work my hardest to become one.
Have your dreams changed over the course of time? What are some things that you’ve always wanted to do, but can’t seem to find the time to commit? I love hearing from you!